Where are the writings of all social ills
I see only tears of love lost
and
life's dreary woes

No social commentary
But personal pains
We given up on our brothers and sisters
And cry only for ourselves

My love has left me
My life is all black
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

What of the child that wears no clothes
What of the mother whom has no home
What of the father who stands in a line waiting in hope for a job to find

When will we wake up
Our humanity to find
Stop being so selfish
And help out mankind