You are not deaf, why can't you hear?
You are not blind, why can't you see?
Guilt builds itself inside of me.
Excuses towering high like walls
The higher it's built the worse when it falls
Reassurance standing ready as guards
Though whispers of truth slip through windows barred
They hush the room with a story to tell
-Need not to shout, tone says it well-
Traveled on a rumored breeze
Of hellish lands far over seas....
Mother lays in a dirty bed
Upon her lap rests a little head
hollow eyes stain her dress with tears
Confirmed the worst of his heart broken fears.
She raised him well, all on her own,
Brothers and sisters left long ago
When they could no longer bare the hurt
Of bellies empty all but dirt
Each fell asleep and never awoke
Taken under deaths far stretched cloak,
Now this woman here she lies
Slipping under the cloak, although she tried
To stay back for her child here
The boy who stained her dress with tears.
You are not deaf, why can't you hear?
You are not blind, why can't you see?
Sixteen-thousand mourning cries
Sixteen-thousand children die
Not in one year, not in two
Not in a month, not in a few
Sixteen thousand every day
Yet we choose to look away.
Guilt fills me promptly to the brim
Excuses soon are stretching thin
Reassurance cannot hold up the walls
Lies break away until about to fall
Tower shatters letting guilt run loose
Guards (cowards!) hanging each by noose.
Guilt consuming me from head to toe
Beating in the right to know
To know unjust, unrighteous, unfair
When few people take the time to care
For the children deprived of another year
Or left to stain their momma's dress with tears
Yet this guilt often is not enough
You have to really put forth no matter how tough
Care without borders.
We are all human, all one race
Though we've dissected that past disgrace
If one hurts, we are all to blame
Not caring has brought us all to shame.
There are two choices in front of you:
Go fourth and help, what's right to do
Or live your life like you never knew,
Rebuild the walls, not a window to show
Without a second thought you could go
Deep within your narcissistic barrier
Never considering the harsh exterior,
When you could've cared without borders.
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