What mess is this?
The world is sad, and wounded greatly
All the nature weeps together
Everything in which was saintly
May have been destroyed forever.
Drops of water cease to exist
Life is dripping through its sieve
What kind of awful mess is this?
Where people protest the will to live?
Children mature without brothers,
And people think with out their soul
Human being must have others
Whether very young or old
Do not kill me for I am different,
I have every right as you
You may think to be redundant
But do not criticize like you do.
What kind of awful mess we live in
People killing without need
Anthrax is considered a sin
This is our world - this is greed.