The Shallow whinge and moan their lot

They’re doing a job they hate

Their home-life isn’t what they dreamed, and neither is their mate

Discontent runs through their veins

They haven’t struck it rich

They’ve got it all – they’re well off …but their frickin’ life’s a bitch!

Flipside of this tarnished coin

How selfish they’ve become!

They’re blind to all the suffering, compassion now is numb

Wars no longer register

The sick and lame aren’t there

Cruelty and terror reign but they no longer care

People die in agony

And vagrants line the street

Animals are skinned alive, while tied up by their feet

And still these people whinge and moan

Complaining of their lot

Grieving for the novelties their houses haven’t got!

No thought is spared for all the strife

Their misplaced wrath could pause

If only they could redirect it at some worthy cause

On and on they verbalise

Each tiny fractious flaw

Ignoring every outstretched hand and every pleading paw

Blinkered by their personal gains

Deaf to other’s plight

Clutching each new asset close, as though it were a right

While all around there’s pain and fear

Victims, whipped and stoned

Children stolen from their beds. Thugs and thieves condoned

Families are cast aside

Pets, out on the street

The sick and starving left to die. They simply can’t compete

With plastic innovation

Or craved predominance

While media warps The Shallow’s minds, our world won’t stand a chance

There are those who do their bit

They’re small in number but

They battle on in hope, and pray that more will make the cut

They try to show the world’s Shallows

How thoughtless lives are fraught

With greed and envy, but how simply changes can be sought

If each donates one selfless deed

Forgoes one thing they’ve got

And helps instead one worthy cause, our world would have a shot

At bringing peace and harmony

In place of blood and tears

And nurturing a caring race, instead of funding fears.