I am so utterly finished
With every new heart surgery
Every call I get, emails and letters
As if I am a bombing target
For war or the practice
Prepared for an attack, when serious
So weary in a world that is a forgery
We can't do better, we are just beggars
Watching the homeless with malice
We are idiots who became oblivious
To the growing cancer upon all of us
We are children asking for answers
But ignoring it and covering our ears
Yet, just the asking of the questions
Has the potential to make each of us
Learn how to fear
