Pure and Simple

by Phil P Robson

How can I not shed a tear?
How can others snipe and sneer?
This miserable existence of a human life
Born into famine, AIDS and strife

How the world must shed a tear
For these families in fatal fear
Knelt, crumbling dusty sand
Of once rich and fertile land

How the world must shed a tear
No fuel for man, death is near
Eyes droop towards the son
What is it that I’ve done wrong?

How can I remain here
Cherishing my favourite beer
Chasing all the city jobs?
Life’s default setting, join the snobs

Still, I remain here
I need to eject this chair
Unfold myself through earth and sea
I cannot let this thing be

What is it that pulls me there?
The Grapes of Wrath and Africa
Justice, compassion, humility
I can’t die saying sorry.


Posted on 07/10/2002
Copyright © 2022 Phil P Robson

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