feed starving people
fuck your bombs
All through our lives we are shoved about
some of us scream, some of us shout
some of us complain, protest
while others smile in ecstasy
why is it accepted as the way to live
our bodies falling through one big sieve
we're sorted out, brushed and combed
some smile, some frown
some reject this way to live
and pay the price to how they exist
Who are you?
What are you?
What do you do?
What are you doing?
What are you doing it for?
What are you doing it for?