There are poor people out there, around us
On the sidewalk, next door or in a public bus
One might think we breathe the same air
I know for a fact that the heavier is theirs
Then there is the homeless
Carrying the sense of homelessness
Anywhere they go, in every single realm
During the day, at night. And, that is all the time
There are beggars as well
Some are not that innocent, I can tell
But it won’t make any difference
Unjust is unjust, by inference
By a nasty grenade or evil-minded shrapnel
There are literally millions of wounded people
For good reasons though, as they were told
Some stories right there for grandchildren to unfold
You know? Babies, small kids die of hunger
I don’t think death can get one any younger
You know? Babies, small kids die of hunger
I don’t think death can get one any younger
Even the world seems to ignore it, or openly declines
I still felt like repeating those two lines
We share the century ******* it, with all of them
A century that I unashamedly condemn
Without even thinking any of this
We get up everyday in our own abyss
Any solution to that? We can’t seem to find
Other than playing both deaf and blind