how did it ever, ever
get to be this way
what could anyone,
anywhere possibly say
to a child who has to
pick his crumbs from
out of the dirt
while wars rage on
and billions are spent
in the business of hurt
we lock our possessions
up so very tight
and send the homeless poor
out into the night
to fend for themselves
in a world full of hate
where living and dying
are all left to fate
as prophets of doom
say that all is well
while all that is sacred
is condemned into hell
in a hand basket on
a bright sunny
Sunday afternoon
where lies are the truth
and truth is banished
and put away,
saved, I suppose
for some far off rainy day
when all hope is lost
and we finally
count the cost
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