Do you listen to the night?
When the working mothers shop?
Do you fear the insecurity of sight
While the mighty machines chop?
Does the nightly news nightmare
Make you think you’re in hell?
Where the people who should care
Have fallen under a devilish spell?
As your anxiety grows
Beyond the safety of your dreams,
Have you installed bars on your windows?
Are you breathing between the screams?
The pain each of us must endure,
While stretching for the ceiling,
We will wish we loved more
When our sores stop healing!
Written by Mark Berryann © 2013
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