Problems

There are so many problems in this world, but I can’t give a damn.

There are people with shattered hearts from an abusive relationship. There are people without a child because nature will never let them have one.

There are people who feast only after giving into worldly lust. There are those that thirst for it.

There are people without homes. There are animals without a habitat. There are those that die of thirst. There are people that die of hunger. There are people that die.

There are diseases that take great lives. There are knives that sever them. There are guns and gin.

There is land without hope. There is land with places with too much hope. There are places, forms and figures that murder for the Pope.

There are goddesses with scars on their face. There are princes with chain bruises on their necks.

There are the exhausted. There are the expendable. There are those that cannot see. There are those that cannot hear. There are those that can do neither.

There is money. There is the lack of money. There is poison. There are drugs.

There are problems in this world, but I can’t seem to give a damn, because I watch you all and I know I’ll never be one of you. You suffer, yet you are family. There is everything I want to do, but I can’t seem to pick up my feet.

So all I can do is pick up a keyboard.