What's Wrong?

Don’t ask me what’s wrong,

You know what’s wrong

I’m living to die

In a world of liars and cheats

Of homeless and poor

Of lust and lure

And yet we sit and idle by

Like none of it is happening.

Tell me I’m wrong,

And I’ll quit now.

Yet you can’t tell me I’m wrong,

You know I’m right

We’re corrupt and need a new start.

Our world is in turmoil,

Yet we worry about who’s wearing what.

Oh, is that a new trend?

Seems so, my friend,

But how hilarious our lives may end!

There’s a man who’s got bombs

Oh, you’ve got bombs?

Well so do we, don’t you see?

This is our problem

Yet you don’t care

You’re too busy worrying about what to wear

For that boy in the coffee shop with the great hair,

But surprise! He’s gay

Or is he?

I can’t say because I might be ridiculed and hated forever

Because no one can assume anything these days.

Our children have phones

Oh, your children have phones?

What happened to trees and grass?

Sorry, I forgot, it’s the pollution, we’re taught

But we don’t do anything about it.

So the next time you want to ask me what’s wrong

Don’t ask me what’s wrong

Take your eyes off your screen

Then maybe you’ll see

Why I’m preaching what our world could be.

-B