The World Burns
My coffee is fair trade
My water imported in recyclable glass
I order locally grown veggies
I argue the polity of assuring care
While people sleep in the parks
And children have no lunch
but they pass the tests we give.
The World Burns
People are being beaten and killed
For being not like someone else.
The world screams we'll never forget!
The world promises never again!
But there is, of course, a technicality
It's not on tv, they don't buy our goods
That's just they way it is, Over there...
The World Burns
Halfway around the globe.
The innocence of children,
the virtue of women,
the will of men.
Trampled, raped, crushed.
For shiny rocks ripped from the ground,
that no one buys for the blood that stains them
Except when they do
They are such pretty pretty rocks
The World Burns
Our lives are singed.
Our souls blackened.
the issues never change.
The fighting still gives something,
the solutions can't provide.
Wrappping ourselves in the trappings of charity,
convinced that we may be doing enough.
That if we hope enough, and really wish it so.
We can forget, won't have to see.
That the World Still Burns