I am surrounded by luxury
I am blessed with family
I have plenty to eat
And more than enough treats
And yet the tears fall.
For no matter where you go
Even if you go high or if you go low
No matter the nation or culture
No matter the riches or wealth galore
Still the tears will fall.
Do you see their faces?
As they stand in the public places
They are the living dead
Do you a tear for them shed?
Or do you walk on in oblivion.
Do you see their eyes?
Do you see them were they lie?
There bones protrude
For the lack of food
And we walk on in oblivion.
They are the stuff of nightmares
They are the ghost that at us from the shadows glare
They are children
Forlorn and abandoned
And still we look away.
They are the outcasts
On the chain of power they are lower than the last
Did they deserve this treatment?
Their skin is withered their backs are bent
And we look away.
Look at what you have
Look at what I have
We live in one of the richest nations
With no fear of starvation
And from their eyes we hide away.
The poorest of the poor here
Is the richest of the rich there
How do we dare
Complain about our fair?
And from their eyes hide away.
Let the angels rejoice
Let them feast
For today
In dust to rise no more another one lays
And they leave this world forever.
Let not tears from our eyes be shed
Nor let the mourners be led
For the dead do not mourn over a life they never had
Instead now they are glad
For they have left this world forever.
By Kalyn Hassoldt
