See's theres people talking trash, people screaming lies
I know none of its true just by the look in your eyes
why are people always trying to make life a living hell
who can you trust now a days, how can you tell
What are friends for when they always cause pain
your only way out, is by slitting your vein
why make fun, making people feel unappreciated
everyone around you will soon feel intimidated
Our world and society today is so unreal
war, death, kids not knowing what its like to have a meal
it's like a kids on the streets begging for his life
the next day on the news, he gets stabbed with a knife
reason being? course there wasn't a reason
everyday 24/7 its killing season
random people dying, individuals crying
people living on strong, happily surviving
what do these people have besides their clothes on their back
constantly aware of being under attack
they live off our garbage, thats what they call food
if we dint have any leftovers then their screwed
how messed up is that
sad thing is, is that its a fact
why wont anyone try and make it stop
people are on the street every tick of the clock
were all human beings, why treat some like dirt
this can't go on, something has got to work
on a resolution to solve this issue
what if you were on the streets, would anyone miss you
no one will come to your rescue, they wouldn't even care
all they would do is looked ashamed and stare
and if your lucky they might dropp a dime
one dropp maybe the very last time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
why are people always trying to make life a living hell who can you trust now a days, how can you tell At this age a philosophical touch makes this poem rich in a great message