It's sick.
This world we live in,
It’s so sick.
I wonder if it can ever change,
It's so sick and deranged--
So many people sick in the brain.
They all come and they all leave
They set up and build,
But build what I wonder.
I see it all far too often,
It’s in the dirty alleys--
The infested sewers--
"Sometimes it’s too much",
I see it in homes--
Hospitals--
And even in a baby's crib.

It’s not hard to find,
It’s not hard to see.
We all know it,
They all know it.
It’s in the news,
It’s in the paper,
It’s on TV every hour, every day.
It’s too late to escape--
I see it everywhere.
It’s in a child life,
It’s in mine.

What I see every day is sick,
But what makes me so angry,
What gets me enraged?
What is truly sick.
Is the people.
All the people,
All over the world.
They see the sickness,
They understand,
They know.
But they don’t reach out,
They don’t help--
They only feed on it,
They use it,
Make it stronger.
They create the sickness--
The sickness I feel--
The sickness that leaves people homeless,
The sickness that makes a mother weep,
The sickness that hurts.

They ignore and keep going.
“Oh well”,
“Who cares”,
“It’s life”,
It’s all I hear
When I ask why.
Why are so many people sick,
Why have they all gotten so comfortable with it,
Why is it ok?

It’s a sickness--
A disease--
A virus--
It’s sick.

But the cure--
The cure for the sickness is here.
They see me,
They see us--
But they don’t understand.
The children,
The youth--
The unborn souls--
We bring the cure;
But they don’t understand.
They live only to feed,
Corrupt,
And manifest the cure.
Why?
Why is all they see sick?
Do they choose what they see?
Or is too late?
Are they lost?

I’ve seen what they've seen,
But they don’t see us--
They can’t see us.
They ignore what we bring,
But we bring so much.
We bring so much more then they can ever imagine--
We bring the rain to their crops,
But they only see the makings of a flood--
We bring fire to heat their stove,
But they only see a way to destroy--
We try to reach out, we try to help,
But the only thing they can see is invasion--
Even when we bring kindness,
All they see are lies.

I don't understand.
I do not know why.
Do they ignore our laughter?
Our cries?
Our voice?

Do they like the sickness--?
Or is it all they know?

I come to wonder--
All the people in the world,
All these people with the sickness.
They are sick I understand,
We can cure them.
But I wonder,
These people--
These people who outcast us,
Who silence us--
Who put us down--
We can cure them--
But--
Should I?
Should we?