living in an unequal society

Bring me bread and bring me wine. Where are you going?
Sire, to give some to the peasants.
Stay, I have not yet had my fill. More, give me more. Where are you going now?
If it pleases you sire, I thought you had seconds and that I should give some to the peasants.
Fool, you wait on me not on them. Give me more. Now is there any left?
No sire.
Well done fool. I hate to see too much food prepared which then has to be thrown out.

Politicians last week voted themselves generous increases in allowances. Meanwhile drivers drive on pot-holed roads; children sit in classrooms with no desks or books; and goodness knows what nurses and patients in hospitals put up with. I just loaded about a crate load of books for a school sent up by donations from Australia into a truck. Why are the politicians not concerned about the education of children as ex-pats and national teachers are?

Bring me bread and bring me wine.