If you switch on the TV
You will see many ironies
Our world is divided into two
One part is "perfect". "glamorous"
The other is "unfortunate", "grief stricken"

I see millions of photos
Splashed on tabloid magazines
Of Paris Hilton, her (s)exscapades
She changes lovers in a split second
And flaunts that she is a spoiled heiress

On the other side of the world
There are thousands of women
Uneducated, chained to religious doctrine
Subjected to abuse and arranged marriages
They have no voice, much less a choice

When my magazines come
The 'Skinny" look pops out
I see the ribs of Nicole Richie
She says she has no eating disorder
I say there is, starving to get media attention

On the other side of the world
People, millions starve and die
Vultures await for carcasses
No decent burial, no resistance
The land is dry, selfish to nourish

I honestly hate how people
Are obsessed about relationships
Of Hollywood stars, I know one thing though
They see marriage as career move, public fairy tale
Look at Jessica, worth millions for a fake smile

On the other side of the world
Couples try so hard to keep union intact
Poverty, too many children, boredom, differences
But still, they believe in the sanctity, optimism
Of their vows, love can transcend no matter what

I wonder how certain individuals
Spend money like trigger happy shopping
Perhaps I am secretly envious and spiteful
They buy "extra" houses, the latest trend
Just for society to see their "bling blings"

On the other side of the world
I am part of it, we work hard to the bones
Every 15 days, I receive a meager salary
Enough to sustain my needs, few wants
But for others, they work as not to die

When I see photographs of women
I see drastic changes, fast weight loss
In gratitude to plastic surgery
Their noses are fixed, botoxed face
Still they are not happy nor contented

On the other side of the world
Women are scarred permanently
With acid thrown at their faces
For refusing a suitor, or reporting rape
Each time, I feel hatred towards these men

I cannot write every irony in this world
I just think we should remember always
How fortunate we are, lives maybe simple
Money can just be enough to sustain us
Our loved ones and we are free to choose

There are two sides of the dime
Those born with a silver spoon
Should realize their luck, power to buy
One side, I hope things will change
That there will be freedom, no more chains

I am a worker in New York
Each day I wake up and teach
Earn a decent wage, buy what I need
I do yearn for wealth, stability
But as of now, I am thankful that I am
In the middle "part" of this world