Why is love never enough for people
When times are sharp and money hard to find?
When hardship, corruption and leaders grind,
And love no longer feels responsible.
How is hope and chance no longer equal
When the world leaves rational thought behind?
When worries leave skin grey and faces lined,
As you wait, hesitate, for the sequel.
These body blows of horror seen daily
On screens and pocket devices by all
To cheer and leer at others' misfortune
There as a stark warning for all to see.
When will humanity refuse the thrall
Of the unrelenting profit margin?