First we lie to children,
Santa's happy smile,

Then we condemn them to eternal hell,
How nice to see you Father,

Before we insist that winning is everything,
Run, baby, run.

When is kindness,
Where is compassion,
How did we get stuck here,
Why do we hate,
Who is going to change things,

Do something. Anything.
I say to my mirror.
Before I sit down exhausted,

Sleep makes me tired.