LIFE ‘V’ LIFE.

There is an angel in a street
In a town not far from you
She stands alone so angelic
Yet she cries each and every day.

The signs on the wall tell her
(that) She should paint her lips
That in the end she is not
Her own woman all alone.

There is something in her eyes
That tells the struggles gone too far
Leaning against the post short of breath
She wretches fiercely in the morning stain (pain).

And the voice says “its all quite normal”
And the voice says “its all quite normal”
“Come see me again when I am sure
When the pressure bites into your heart”.

Sad and dejected by the parsimony
Scared that the gestation in only too real
She longs to die to be set free.

Did you see the posters, did you vote at all
What was the thought when you condemned
That angel oh to death, to a death never to return.

Well take a look at yourself and see
The pain, the hatred the misery
Look at the world tell what you perceive
The lost and the lonely all souls in trust
All a product of your one refrain.

Anti – the cry, life for us all
Not content with your own
Strike against those less fortunate
To spare them any way you know they will receive.

To be so callous, inflict that pain
Who are we to (totally) control their bodies
How can we claim to speak for a life
Not yet understanding, not receiving
Distant shame, humiliation
Is it all just a game to you or what you just believe?

GRUM