Something's Wrong
Are crack babies born to addiction
a result of love's contradiction?
And what reality rules your life
a happy home, a husband or wife?
Is it cottages, cars, and riches,
or alleyways, gutters, and ditches?
And politicians earning your votes
or spending taxes on trips and boats.
The rich preach about helping the poor
but hoard the keys that lock every door.
And preachers hear voices in their head
fleecing the crowd that's pushed to be led.
A destitute voice carries no weight,
effectively silenced by its fate.
For in this world of contempt and greed,
poor people starve while the wealthy feed.
We unashamedly embrace hate
in our hurry to exterminate.
But, when one dies as a human bomb,
doesn't that indicate something's wrong?
(Rhyme)
5/22/2013
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2013
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