I may not know but I hear and see the pain!
See the brows furrowed
Tears cascading on faces
Disappointment and sorrow
Been put through too many paces
Despair in a Country still divided
Where is the justice and the truth
For my precious child not provided
From Isfahan to New York and on to Diluth
Is there no place or home for me
I am the poor, displaced and abused
Mother Earth grows weary of your absurdity
Arise to that for which we were created.