I Knew They Were Wrong

I KNEW THEY WERE WRONG I knew they were wrong In the northern region When their eyes cried a river When their feet stumbled the rocky ground When hands feeble couldn’t carry a spoon I knew they were wrong In the dumpy smelly streets When she dropped the baby from between her legs The glue sweet on her mouth Her eyes so red, her mind out of this world I knew they were wrong That day long I watched the reports My ears longed for a positive message But deaths, wars, hunger and crimes majored their words Why do they sit in the big house of sweet baked rich cake? I knew they were wrong When I saw the big cars Oh it was election time begging time again Its been five calendars gone since I last saw them Today their boots are full, handsome pockets for charity I’ll say it now, coz tomorrow might never be We have leant it the hard and easy ways We know their tricks, like the back of our hands An A we would all score, on their subjects paper We know their wrongs, its time they made them right.