The Question

What kind of people are we? Veterans sleeping and begging on the street Children without enough food to eat Elders unable to pay for the heat What kind of people are we? We build stadiums where heroes play games Casting big shadows to cover forgotten names But nothing is done to address the anger and shame What kind of people are we? We just disregard all the damage we cause We worship the grim reaper, denying his flaws We’re starring in Mouseland, grasping at straws What kind of people are we? Someday we will answer, or maybe our children will For turning away from our friends and relations in need But rest assured an answer will be demanded What kind of people are we?