Evidence all around
Soaked by rain beaten by sun
Reclaimed by the earth or simply tossed
Like last night's condom
Punishment for existing
Disgusted looks from a Mercedes
Even the pedestrians cross to the other side
Putting up the blinders
Out of sight out of mind
I hear it in my soul
Dull ache of continuous suffering
I see it because I am here
Observing while not being of
At least not currently
But for the grace of God, they say
Hanging out is expensive
Life isn't in any way free
If I could solve the problems of any precious life
I'd be glad to take it on
I can speak up
I can be a voice for life ignored
I can't guarantee anyone is listening
Maybe that isn't the point
