I Hear The Willing And The Weary Poem by Mark Heathcote

I hear the willing and the weary.
Fighting for a nickel-and-dime
Saying who will pay my wages today
Who can I kill for you?
Who can I murder in their crib?
To make tomorrow a safer place for you

How can I keep you from despair?
When I'm sleeping in the street in the dirt
Praying -someone will pray for me and not you.
How can I keep you from where you're going too?
Don't you know there's nothing wrong with being a villain?
If it helps you to survive this circus dance

If it helps you walk this tightrope?
Who can frown upon you?
When you've lived this long
Without the love of many or just a few
Who can blame you for being heartless and strong?
Surviving where only animals belong

I hear the willing and the weary.
Are still fighting for a shilling and a farthing.
Lord, we all know the world isn't fair.
And their wings have been trimmed and cut.
To keep them from making something honest and good
Something worthy of living for with pride.

I hear the willing and the weary.
They've now got broken backs and diseases.
They've got troubles no one cares to resolve.
No one cares to fix or heal.
As long as they can barter for their soul
And die homeless without a home.

Don't you know there's nothing wrong with being a villain?
If it helps you to survive this circus dance
It helps you to walk this tightrope.
Who can frown upon you?
When you've lived this long
Without the love of many or just a few
Who can blame you for being heartless and strong?
Surviving where only animals belong.