Sunny on a dark night

A world wide nation of starvation
Where no seeds grow to see the light
Childish adoration
For the man who bought
all in sight
What is left but bricks, mud and commodities
Far from crowded cities
Forged on toughts by Socrates
But as it gets sunny
On a dark night
The solution on human polution
Might be a dirt poor knight
Who never leared to write
But had an idé
And saved us