Who’s that drowning in
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Who’s that drowning in the water we displace?
His voice carries over oceans, over airwaves
His hand flashes while his desperate arm raves
Our shores are too removed, too distant to glimpse his face
There is a crying chorus buried beneath
A Dampening mantle of impersonal trash
Under urgent wastes of time that buzz and flash
They sing forever outward until their calls reach
We stare at each other but choose not to see
Generations of kids raised to feel worthless
Bums asleep, drunk on the front steps of churches
Bodies dropped without a single purpose
Festering stings of suicidal urges
Rape victims convinced they somehow deserved it
Suffering so severe it leaves us wordless
All the uncountable pains and misery
The heartlessness that begins atrocities
Lives on when even a single head is turned
Without protestors the rules stay affirmed
The unjust world creaks by on the same degrees
If there was a renaissance of empathy
Like the sort of spark that ignited the sun
A mass awakening of our humanity
Burning eternally outward, started by one
We could tend to the wounds caused by apathy
Our minds free, our hearts strung to everyone
Each problem faceable, every evil gone
It has to start somewhere, closer than you think
Swim across distant oceans and don’t let anyone sink