In a tiny village a happy poor family sits around a campfire,
With little food to eat their minds only ask for a few desires.
They are thankful for such small portions because others have none,
And when they are through with the meal they talk when all are done.
In a huge city a family is sitting at the table complaining about the food,
And even though it could feed a village their taste buds say its no good.
One person is talking on the cell phone and none wish to say a prayer,
Nobody wants to talk to each other while the TV is showing the “Dragon Slayer.”
The village family smile and talk about hopes of another meal tomorrow,
Knowing to well that there might not be any and their might be tears of sorrow.
Together they walk outside the straw hut to linger and sing a happy song,
Wishing that nobody will hunt them down or something else go so wrong.
City folks are fighting for the remote control as the games take a front seat,
Mother and father are screaming as the children on the table place their feet.
Every room has a television on and not enough people to watch any show,
The lights are all on as electricity is used very quickly and not so very slow.
In the village the bedtime is a little after the sun goes down and it not safe,
Outside the wind is blowing up a storm and in the ocean there is a tidal wave.
There are no warnings from radios or televisions because they don’t have any,
And in the morning there will be sad stories of tragic lost lives of a plenty.
City people in this house don’t even worry of the storm that approaches,
Not to worry as the brick home is solid as nobody panics, not even the roaches.
In the morning the kids will want the schools to be closed so there is no school,
A few branches have fallen from the trees and the weather is still a little cool.
We need to be thankful where we live and for the things we have.