I understand suicidal people
A little toothache
A little unrequited love

A lot of television
A bad day

The cold
Without a fireplace

The children we deem happy
just because
Of all that they ignore

The price of property
The friends  we don´t
See anymore

The fathers who can´t talk to us
And never will
The people unemployed
and underpaid

The musicians who starved to death
The people who don´t know
when to shut up

The people that we hurt
And all the things
we learnt too late

Sometimes I understand
all the suicide
And global war
and global warming
can be the least
of my concerns

 
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