As dangerous as priviledge.

Born rich in your wealthy neighbourhood.
Your well to do little part of the world so good.
Where daddy showers you in gifts.
Only the best schools, society lifts you.
And you cry bloody murder when you hear Africa is poor!
Saying "why don´t they get a job?" "Go door to door!"
"Why don´t they do something honest?"
Yes you in the golden cot, upper class infest.
No shame. Your the best, silver spoon mediocre, it´s all a game.
Psuedo charities.
Dollar signs glaring at me.
Alas in another world without protection.
Exploitation and war rage without detection.
When the breast is infected.
The land is barren.
Inequality is all aparent.
Blood and starvation is the image.
Your whole village is illiterate, it´s almost as dangerous as priviledge.