The happy people are sad; the sane people are running mad. The rich people are poor; we all need more than just more. There is more to everything than you see; there is more to every land than we can sea.
A farmer plants and reaps his harvest. He places seeds into the ground and gets food in return. Then he gives 99% of his food to the ones who sit on the highest chairs.
Ilè̩ n je̩ ènìyàn.
One day, the ones who sit on the highest chairs will be placed into the ground too, properly buried, like mere seeds, six feet under the ground, but they will not grow back. They will become food for the earth.
Poverty in the Midst of Plenty (1939) by Gerard Sekoto
A poor man wakes up feeling hungry and useless. A rich man prefers to have his meat boneless. The poor man eats out of the rich man’s bins, homeless. The rich man blames him for it, but the poor man is faultless.
Poor man only wants some food; he’s harmless. He has told rich man many times- it’s countless. He needs rich man’s attention; he’s helpless, but rich man doesn’t care, he’s loveless.
Does wealth make a person heartless? Someone, tell me, ’cause I’m clueless. Does it kill a person’s sense of fairness? Does it make a human being think less?