A Letter To The Wealthy

Hope this letter finds you seated In your cosy little world Where mere mortals are forbidden And life is a pleasant dream Do you ever feel guilty? Of your secret stash of money Piled away in offshore accounts Or you extravagant lifestyle Private islands and swathes of land With no trespass signs Do you still have a human conscious? Embedded within your souls Or you have evolved a robotic one Devoid of human emotion The roots of mankind Why are you amassing so much? One house is good enough But you are happy to own hundreds Money, the root of all-evil Is found in abundance in your homes I have heard that you do Philanthropic works Donating millions to charity To soothe your dead conscious But do you know that The resources on earth Are abundant for us all If only, us mortals Can share them They will be no poverty Diseases will be minimized And more productive souls will live longer