What world is this, one that shows no compassion,
It seems anything's accepted as truth, is in fashion?
No sound futures, no more parental understanding,
Everything ill-natured and brash, as Okay, branding.
Pity the poor children, what may their futures to be,
No more careful planning, the horrible, their's to see.
What of their livelihood, an education, no one cares,
No money provided for anyone, or just how all fares!
What of their trust, made to be so important for many,
We must change, we all must, living in a land of plenty!
Where has funding gone, taxes and each contribution,
Will the greedy, having no shame, receive a retribution?
Must we all bear witness to constant wrongs, incessantly,
Shouldn't we attempt to change, ignored so persistently?
When will it be too late, beyond any of humanities repair,
How much effort does it take to show that we each care?
How much do our children count, is there no concern,
What will they tell their babies, when to be their turn?
Your own grandfathers and fathers did not plan ahead,
Did not show any love for others, themselves, instead!
Should we have pity or all make a strong commitment,
Decide right now to do what's right, as a reassessment?
Is the true value of human life the most important goal.
Or shall we wallow in muck and mire, losing all control?