I’ve A Duty, I’ve A Reason
Would I like a stately home, midst gardens most expansive,
One built in an area, where the rich and famous live?
A million dollar mansion, one with treasures in each room,
One that sports a swimming pool, one befitting a tycoon?
Would I like a Ferrari, a stylish Lamborghini,
Or a garage full of cars, waxed and gleaming just for me?
Chauffeurs to drive me around, to open and close the door,
As I stepped out in clothing, that left admirers in awe?
Would I like a bank account, that is bursting at the seams,
And investments here and there, that fabulous wealth just screams?
Properties around the globe, a large yacht called Annabelle,
A cook, a maid, a butler, and a private jet as well?
No, that just isn’t me, but there’s another thing, you see,
I couldn’t in all conscience, given all the poverty.
All this wealth that might be mine, could save thousands every day,
So, how could I rest easy, or indifference just display.
Yes, I could give some money; even half of all I own,
But the rest that I’d have left, would still have me sigh and groan.
For even that much, I don’t need, and more folk I could aid,
If I lived a simple life, and one’s duty didn’t evade.
No, I don’t need such riches, and such wealth so wrong would be,
Unless, I kept on giving, keeping just enough for me.
While folk are daily starving, or in abject poverty,
I’ve a duty, I’ve a reason, to act responsibly.
Yes, folk are dying daily, or suffering needlessly,
While money that could help them, is just squandered recklessly.
If I didn’t do the right thing, grossly guilty I would be,
For I’ve a duty, I’ve a reason, where I’ve capability.
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