'They' Cry, I Weep

Coming to terms with the harsh reality

Of this world that I live in

Where they seem to be philanthropic for one moment

And in the next, they tend to give in

Donating large sums, riches with pride

To see their names on "le mur éclairé"

Without realizing the real want; they just hide

What I see as I step outside,

Is a view so disturbing that it moistens my eyes?

You better check your facts

Before engulfing what the journalists feed your brains with:

Those newsrooms are filled with that 'green heap'

To fuel the lies into reality: how cheap!

It is hard to swallow this bitter truth:

Where you can afford to lead lavish lives

But, that miserable family of five

Has not a single penny to fund their hive

So, they sleep by the fireside

These are dual sides of the same coin

Here, poor is synonymous with melancholia

And the rich deepen this divide

Upon the befalling harmony, their hands they join...