Procol Harum - The World of Rich

This world is rich, but it is not mine And where I live, hungry children are crying I am not angry, at my own condition I just want people to know my position This world is rich, but it is not mine My people are starving, that must be a crime When some have so much, and some have so little There must be a place, we can meet in the middle This world is rich, but it is not mine This world is rich, but it is not mine Our water is poisoned, poverty's intense We cry inequality, they just build a fence We don't even own, the ditch where we're dying This world is rich, but it is not mine This world is rich, but it is not right We're asking for help, before we run out of time We can't even talk, we just need a hand We'll walk from the slums, to the promised land To promise land This world is rich, but it is not mine This world is rich, but it is not mine This world is rich, but it is not mine This world is rich, but it is not mine This world is rich, but it is not mine