And somehow in the richest nations there’s still places where the kids are starving-poor
Yet in the barren wastelands some save their last water for the stranger at the door
I feel weird taking credit for this one. It jumped into my head fully formed, more like remembering a song you’ve heard or a dream you just had than writing something. But it expresses something important about the world. I don’t usually write couplets, so that’s weird too, but it is what it is.