How Long? Poem by Saint Cynosure

How long shall we remain has fools,
and count our lives for pennies?
Death will come regardless rules,
not one escapes not any.
So many men so little time,
It seems we'd learn to care.
Instead of by some force of way,
never for to share.
The hungry still yet beg for food,
the rich yet for more gold.
All around's the same old thing,
it's only lies were told.
Why must we live in evil ways,
and think about the same?
Can we not once forget ourselves,
and help some other name?
How long shall we remain as fools,
and keep this world in shame?