Oh! The rich are rich and the poor poor
And all they can say is life is not fair
Lying in the corner of a street of Baghdad
The woman cries in pain and despair
There is no one to listen, no one to hear
People are busy killing each other
Who cares about a dying mother?
Oh! The rich are rich and the poor poor
And all they can say is life is not fair
The winter fog descends on a Delhi night
The old man shivers and struggles for breath
Hypothermia grips him as he slowly sleeps to death
The shelter for the homeless had been blown away
To make way for the new highway
Oh! The rich are rich and the poor poor
And all they can say is life is not fair
A clattering of glasses in a New York penthouse
Some bankers celebrate the stock market results
“The worst is behind us”, the CEO exults
Out in the streets, a couple into nothingness stare
The house sold, the jobs gone, bankruptcy they must declare
Oh! The rich are rich and the poor poor
And all they can say is life is not fair
