Hurts, doesn’t it?

Bully trips you in the hall

Dreading wrath of dad’s angry hands

Can’t afford to go to the mall

Brother’s getting killed in distant lands

Haven’t eaten in over four days

Mom just tried to take her life

I’m tired running from corrupt authorities

The man next door beats his wife

Shrapnel flies outside my door

And with death so many flirt

And all the people yell no more

All of them, every one, is hurt

The whole world turns a blind eye

To every one of us as we cry

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