They poison our water; put metal in our teeth
They spy on each other; choose war over peace
They lock up our children; who can forget Schapelle?
What’s a mother to do when her daughter’s in hell?
They tax alcohol and tobacco, while reaping the gain
Then do nothing to help victims going through pain
They send man to the moon and far into space
But can’t figure out how to clean up this place
They form councils and governments, in order to rule
Then they treat constituents like a bunch of old fools
They encourage companies, such as James Hardy
But if you get asbestosis, they won’t come to the party
They inject young babies before they contract a disease
While old people wait years for a new set of knees
They swear on their bibles; wed under an oath of God
But only if they’re heterosexual; stuff the other poor sods
And speaking of religion, well, it’s okay if it’s yours
All others are wrong, and they’ll fight for that cause
‘Ism’ is the new catchphrase for both creed and race
But don’t you dare socialise with others of a different face
Men march for abused women, but prefer they remain silent
For, how could these men be the perpetrators of violence?
Scorned women manipulate kids into hating their dads
Then wonder why they grow into tormented lasses and lads
They pour millions into a search to cure human ills
While believing the answer lies in producing more pills
They worship money, and justify it by donating to the poor
But they don’t want them to enter through their front door
They shake their heads when news depicts humans on knees
But agree their country can’t take any more refugees
And just who are these people we refer to as ‘they’?
It’s you and me brother; perhaps we’ll realise one day.
By Jaci Byrne