Angelina your the queen of
make believe but how ironic
that the woman in the photos
shocks us out of catatonic.

All her fame and fortune
and yet she cannot turn her back
her heart is torn that any child
should suffer any lack.

Hollowed out from over-use
the words become inactive
without the shared experience
they'll fail to hold you captive.

This is when the photograph
can move a man to see
the power of a bigger Love
to set the captive free.

In black and white she holds the child
of a hungry war-torn nation
exposing the shame of misspent fame
while the world is on vacation.

You can't miss desparation
though diamonds appear duller
Life and death in black and white
more powerful than color.

Some people stand afar and judge
but it's quite plain to me
not flesh and blood, but a mother's love
gives comfort with the plea.

Hear no evil, Speak no evil
and this is just obscene
that the horrors of mankind
would somehow go unseen.

Call down beauty from a higher place
let the rich strike up the bands
light the path in living color
see the blood stains on our hands.

Angelina your the queen of
make believe but how ironic
that the woman in the photos
shocks us out of catatonic.