War screams at us
Don't pay attention
Would you not rather
Basket weave a yarn doll
for the child who still dreams

And poverty whispers
if it's not you
why suffer
reason to me your empathy
while the mockingbird sings

Illness
limp and listless
has a coat
it's out the door
no reason to think anymore

loneliness drones on and on
as cold and brisk
as winter's dawn
my whiskey's warm, I'm still forlorn
What is there to live for