Flies swarming around stick thin body and gaunt face
His skin looks as if it has been tightly fitted over his bones
Scabs are on most of his joints, as if he is starting to stretch at the seams
In tattered rags stained brown from the sooty streets, bulging belly of gas
That’s only the start, that’s not even the worst
Human trafficking: The body of a sickly young girl lays strewn by these rails
Raped so many times that her spine has been inverted
The home has been perverted; divorce has desecrated the marriage bed
Pornography, exploitation of women, plastic surgery, abortions for convenience sake
Our sons have lost dignity and pride
What did you think was going to happen?
The object has never been to point the finger or place the blame
But the truth of the matter is that we as a people
As a nation, and as a world, are completely broken
