An Exposé of Social Injustice in honor of Lauryn Hill
Whoa there! Wake up and look at what we’ve allowed:
The heartless stand proud while many hungry wail
and addicts huddled in the shadows grow frail.
Why do poisons promising such sweet peace
only to produce oblivion, piece by piece,
while pharma-boys polish their profit-fat charts
and bleed the barefoot to buy more Bentley parts?
The needs of the many? A line-item cost.
The lives of the poor? Tallied, trimmed, tossed, lost.
What matters most in this mercenary game
is profit for the few, whatever the shame!
In the darkened depths of our collective soul,
we’ve traded our futures to fill a select fat bowl.
We’ve forgotten our sacred duty to cherish our earth,
to sustain its splendor, and to honor its worth.
Long-term care? Crushed by quarterly gain,
as the rich reap more rewards while the rest bear the pain.
So wake from this slumber, this self-serving trance!
Let conscience speak boldly. Give justice a chance!
