Oh woe is me, one does cry
Wasting away
Nearly each and every day
Tear drop forming in the eye
Holding on tight
To a hateful word
Another found the need to say.
Clear blue skies for only a few
With only cloudy gray
Being leftover for you
Answers are difficult to find
When staring into the rearview
Being left more than far behind.
Some get dealt a more difficult hand
Others win without having to play
Yelling their demands
Their feet toasty in the sands
While the rest are forced to pay
For the greed that's caused such disarray.
It makes me sad
I want to know why
Children are starving and left to die
As we keep on turning a blind eye
Time to wake up
Time to see
This world is what we've made it to be.
~Sheena Leigh Sherrange
