We struggle in a world where children are dying to survive,
And there’s nothing we can do to keep them alive.
We sell their bodies and dope their brains.
We give them homes that drive them insane.
We clean out the alleys to service the rich,
To later leave bodies lying in a ditch.
We cancel the love to give the greed,
Caring not who hurts or if children bleed.
It’s sick. It’s insane. It’s way out of hand.
It’s something disgusting. I don’t understand.
Why are we here, if we’re only abusing?
Do you seriously believe this life is amusing?
I just can’t get it. I guess I never will.
Excuse me for living, I guess I tend to feel.

10-3-1993
Written by Gail Brookshire