When is it...

You're Down and Out
Lean and Mean
Down and Dirty
That's the way it Seems

Always asking for More
Begging at my Door
Telling all the World
You're a mat on the Floor

Being stepped On and Over
Shaken and Beaten
Razed and Rattled
No longer high in the Saddle

So, when is it...
that there is Not Enough

Earth to feed You
Cotton to cloth You
Trees to house You
Paper to buy You

Not Enough
there's Not Enough
No Never Not Enough

Ears to hear You
Eyes to see You
Hands to feel You
Hearts to heal You

Is it not Enough...
THAT,
When the man tells You
When he takes & sells You
When he in Hells You
When his World dares You
Then just buries You