The East and West Extremes
By lockey
Feeling the pain that is a broken heart ...Scrawny, old women I do look the part... Alas there may be hope, freedom and love ...Spread peace I scream as I see the white dove... I hate the way I feel after drinking five bottles of wine ...Why should I care about the millions of starving people? I'm doing fine... I have 50 million in the bank but I want more! ...Why should I give to charity when they pester me at my gold door?... Hearing the screams as I sleep at night ...Even from my back bedroom I hear the gunfight... I wish there could be a peaceful solution ...Even though all I feel for this world is repulsion... I hate deciding which million pound house I want to buy ...Why should I care if third world citizens die?... Yes there is a hope! I'll buy all three ...Just keep all those black third world people off my TV... I'm scared of life I just want to hide ...Suicide bombers in restaurant I don’t know when I’m gonna die... I live in a holy place and yet I’m so scared ...I prey to my god but I don’t know if I’m heard... I don’t like the weight of my ten gold rings I wish they were lighter ...I love to hear on the news that my country has killed another suspected Afghan fighter... Why should I give money to the poor countries of the world? ...These colored people on the TV preaching for peace, these bastards make me want to hurl Written April 13th, 2002 © on Apr 13 2002 02:03 AM PST 0 • 10 • 9
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"Feeling the pain that is a broken heart ..."