The lonely look at the pills
The unloved child takes the noose
The battered wife picks up the bottle
There is no making truce.
The raped lose all esteem
Unemployed take out their gun
A caught cheater begs for mercy
They decided it wasn’t fun.
A bully has no confidence
A thief tries to feed the family
Where’s the help for everyone
With the price of therapy?
Our world could be a better place
If we all join hands in peace
We were put here for a special purpose
Pain and sorrow would surely flee.