It's Not Like It's Their Job

The smell is overpowering My lungs, screaming for one for just one breath of fresh air With prayers unanswered, They are engulfed in yet another load of these odorous toxins The odorous toxins of humanity Being burnt to the crisp While communities start blaming one another Turning on one another The powers encouraging the riots Where are they? Those powers? Where are they when we need them most? Hiding away Protected by the security of money Our country's money My country's money That they stole! How could they do that? And leave us to fight for ourselves? They are meant to be saving us But why are they not? Why they are not; Why would they fight for something That has no effect on them It's not like it's their job to protect us anyway