Fair

• Mia Pope, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2014

Tucked up in bed with blankets piled high Rubbish for comfort under a storm filled sky

Restaurants with infinity for a price
Some will be happy with a small grain of rice

Keeping cool there are endless ways
Working in the fields on those boiling hot days

Wardrobes full so much to choose
Toughened soles forever the same shoes

Is such contrast in our world fair?
Do you care?