My heart is weak,
And the pain is heavy on me
The fate of the helpless,
The lame cannot walk into any glory
The blind can’t see any future
The world is getting crazier, sick
As the second race round and round
Who prays for the motherless?
My heart weeps for abandoned babies
Could that be part of a purpose of life?
We spend our lives chasing things invaluable,
Spend our earnings, building houses,
And tasting every fine wine we set our eyes upon
Our children are dying every day,
Not just from lack of food
Our children are starved of attention
The attention they require to help them blossom.
On the streets are scattered, their unripe petals
Not mature for the heat of the sun.
So they go about plundering, and wandering
Destroying themselves, and others
The men have lost their way like drunkards
Abandoning their wives, and seeking pleasure from their young daughters
The tides have changed, and heading back to the ocean
In the name of pursuing careers, and feminism
Our mothers are running east,
Looking for a sunset
The human race has sacrificed humanity
For mere vanity.
Life is said to be a test,
On this score sheet, we all scoring an F.
My heart weeps, and my eyes bleed
The ground is freezing, and the water is a burning flame,
The world has taken a nosedive in a solid rock.
The strong don’t always win a fist fight,
The rich also have a need
A little love here and there would do better.
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