Why do you mock my pain ?
No one no longer shows sympathy.
My troubles are used to entertain.
What of humanity ?
Do people no longer feel ?Always side with the majority.
Being a leader no longer appeals.
What of love in this world ?
Is it still the language known to all ?
Means nothing to boys and girls
Ether they don't believe or they're resistant to fall
Who is to help us ?
When those who are in charge lie.
The being above hasn't answered
but watches me cry.
I could use a hand
from a visible or invisible friend
I could use some wise words
To set me free as a bluebird
Art : Melanie Fain B.W
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