NEW - Where is The Love Mamma - The Video

Synopsis: A powerful video, lyrics and music that sheds light on the devastating impact of poverty, illustrating how it fuels crime, gang violence, and psychological trauma in communities around the world. Innocent people, caught in the crossfire, are left to endure a cycle of despair that feels inescapable. This video, offers a raw, unflinching look at the harsh realities faced in impoverished areas. "Where is the love Mamma?" echoes the universal desire for compassion and hope in adversity. Is there a remedy? Let the world know in your comment below. Thank you. Where is The Love, Mamma? – The Video Through broken Louvre blinds, you're ever watching Rosary beads clicking, prayers on repeat mode, uttering Your plethora of Faith keeps me steadily striving Though, frustrated when peace will be arriving. Under cover of the midnight moon, hookers seducing Shady men with illicit wares aggressively peddling Of changing our situation, I'm forever idealizing. Enduring every day's trauma, just surviving. Seeking direction from above, when is enough enough? Tell me, Mamma ~ where is the love? Collective immorality still existing. A ticking clock morality meekly resisting Corruption, greed, and deceit still abounding This life where goodness seems to be drowning. A depraved degradation of insanity still insisting, Death, broken hearts, crime persisting In the chaos, qualms never ceasing. Lawlessness above the muck and mire rising At the kerbside, a holy man piously preaching Should I turn my cheek, still beseeching Amidst their plundering and their leeching? NO!! Enough is enough ~ Where is the Love? Beyond-repair abhorrence, I'm escaping. Fervently, I'm hoping and praying. Please God, Mamma, be safe while I'm gone I'll be back for you before long In the eerie darkness, emotions imploding Sirens blaring, with the sound of guns exploding My shallow breath quickening, turning back with throat thickening All the while, I'm screaming Where is the love? Back through this hellhole, I'm rapidly racing All through the panic, still hoping and praying Please God, Mamma ~ Be Safe, Be Safe, Be Safe Neon blue-red lights flickering and flashing. Through my open front door, I'm madly dashing. Looming through the haze, I hear them saying. 'Sorry, Miss, yet another random shooting Your Mamma just got caught in the cross-firing.' The last thing I hear is my own voice crying. MAMMA ~ THERE IS NO LOVE! THERE IS NO LOVE!