Neglect

I hear tales, long and true

I feel their hearts' pain too, so so blue

How to make them feel loved by you?

Or anyone that should have automatically - fuckin' get a clue!

A gift in a basket is delivered to you

N you trash it and scourge it

An enemy is in you

A stranger; I'm shocked by

A crime, every day I walk by

I cling to justice beyond

That be why I'm so fond

of stargazing and such

Because there is so much

for the hopeless to become

once; I confess did want to become a nun.