Our lives are once twice thrice bemoaned

But is it justified, that we should moan

Our Queen sits on a bejewelled throne

Everyone seems to own at least one smart phone

We give our largesse to those that we deem to be fitting recipients

We donate with our smart phones to rebuild a corrugated tin house

Do we really understand what it’s like?

Or are we giving cash to salve our conscience

How can you choose between each deserving cause?

The cynic in me says that the pictures of kids earn the most

I sit here in a quandary do I give kids clean water

Or do I help the residents of Vanuatu

I could be said to be on the horns of a dilemma

To whom am I going to send my fiver?

How can a mere human make a judgement this scale?

I’ll probably procrastinate and do nothing for anybody

I need more time to work out who is more deserving

The dilemma of the horns on which I perch is that everybody is deserving