Buttshits - Filth

A drunk on the street drowns in his own puke

Dying in the same gutter he was born

A child cries and wakes

As her mother is beaten down

And I wonder if the child will survive the night

The kitten lies still

Frozen to death the night before

Programmed to forget

We leave behind memories of the hell outside

Not will to stand up for ourselves or others

We constantly run and hide while others do our thinking for us

We let them run and destroy us

When will it stop?

When will it end?

How much longer do we have to live in a world that refuses to care?