Stand A Chance

Where there's, more hungry mouths Than food to eat It's where the homeless Roam the street Where broken glass And broken dreams Are shattered and scattered Amongst debris Sufferation wrath And still they laugh And dream of a mansion Above the half No one to speak Upon there behalf Now tell me do they stand a chance? Where there's, more food Than mouths to feed Where you find those who Claim to lead Because of all their personal greed They always want more than they need They don't help those Below the half Instead they stand aside and laugh As if it's all we'll ever ask When will they make a change?