They Do Not know

They do not know what it feels like to be financially down
Like the poverty stricken battlers of the poor side of the town
And they never had to try to sleep hungry at night
On a park bench under a wintery sky in the faint starlight
With their wealthy mates in expensive restaurants they do dine
And they only do drink the most expensive wine
And for the poor of the town one thought they do not even spare
They believe that their money is for them for to keep and not for to share
And they believe that their good fortune in life is only their due
And that in life some must lose for others to win they believe to be true
And that those who are poor for how they live have only themselves to blame
Lack of empathy and unkindness in ways much the same
And since where they live poor people they never do meet
What would they know about life on Poverty Street?