I take a look and I don't like what I see
All around the world such disparity
We're all divided by no more than luck of the draw
A few with everything, the rest with nothing at all
And I've decided... Too Many Poor
And too much in too few hands
Yeah there are Too Many Poor
And too much in too few hands
What are we going to do?
It's the sickness of, it's the power of greed
That makes a child of God covet more than he needs
While a brother suffers hunger and pain
Wondering ever will his circumstance change
How do we dare call ourselves civilization
And turn away from the un-united nations
Of the poor
Too Many Poor
And too much in too few hands
Yeah there are Too Many Poor
Don't you agree
And too much in too few hands