silver bells on a green fir tree christmas has come to the land of the free presents wrapped, spirits gay, feasting, the order of the day but out on the wind swept street people search for food to eat homeless searching for a protected niche poverty is not a stranger in the land of the rich mothers weep at the heart-breaking plight of children going to sleep hungry every night while all may be equal at birth, after the first breath, many must fight for worth buried beneath the myth of equality lies a world of apathy where men of wealth learn to look away from the health and starvation of millions of indigents of this nation to pay a decent wage for common toils just might siphon riches from their spoils some say that money is at fault but I say the truth of this is naught money is but a tool to use and trust the fault lies with those that look on money with lust