Sick World In Chaos
My hands are tied
I cannot speak
Although my heart cries out
For the starving weak and the meek
The inocents caught up in war
Corrupt worl leaders
Rotten to the core
Those struggling to live
I have so much love to give
The abuse of children old people
And aninimals
That can't speak for themselves
I feel your pain
It cuts and slashes my heart
Like razor rain
My heart has cried an ocean of tears
Over the years
For those who dwell on the cold unhospitable streets
The menatly ill those who can't even afford shoes for they're feet
While the greedy rich and powerful in they're ivory towers
Scoff from the same troth they greedly squable and eat
Foder they don't really need
So many hungry other mouths to feed
The evil pharmacutical companies who want us to be sick
And hide natural cures brainwashing the public
While making us sick with they're wicked tricks
The powerful puppoet masters who hide in the shadows
Spewing out filth by slings and arrows
Rasist hate over colour of skin
It's not the colour
But the poerson within
Black or white what does it really matter
I hear the idle chatter and gossip
From poison gnorant lips
I feel for the suicidle hanging on by they're finger tips
I cry for the babbies who are murdered and die
bever asked to be born
And I ask why?
The injustic malice barbarism the supression and persicution
Foolish nationalism pride and retribution
The Earth is dying
It's weary and tired
Open your heart and mind
To all transpired.
I care do you?.
Peter Dome. Copyright2019.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2019
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