Poem For A Tragic World
People starve,
and we eat our breakfast,
People kill,
and we drink our tea,
People die,
and we catch the bus

People profit,
and we go to work,
People lose,
and we smoke a fag,
People cry,
and we shake our heads

People starve,
so we shout a slogan,
People kill,
so we make a banner,
People die,
so I wrote a poem.

Shouldn't we do more?