This is the world: it is upside-down;
a smile is a frown,
a verb is a noun,
a hamlet is a town.
This is the world: it is inside-out;
a whisper is a shout,
a grin is a pout,
a good man is a lout.
This is the world: it gobbles you up;
you deserve a goblet, you get a tin cup;
you deserve a palace, you get locked up;
you deserve a fair trial, a conspiracy is cooked up.
This is the world: guilty until proven innocent;
your chance at justice is zero per cent.
Humans do this to the world: by their greed
they do anything to look after their need.
Life is not what it’s meant to be.
Why can none of these bureaucrats see:
they will never be able to mend the tears?
It seems as if no one actually cares.
Going to sleep at night, ridden with ugly fears;
you fight it, but can’t stop the tears
that stream down your face.
What the world has done to you, my friend, it is a complete disgrace.
© Annalinde Louw 2003