I should be happy and I’m not,
And I really don’t know why.
I should be happy and I’m not,
I really could sit down and cry.
I could cry for the world,
For the hunger and pain.
I could cry for the wars,
For the bombs and the hate.
I could cry for religion,
The fanatic, the pious.
I could cry for Politics,
And career Politicians.
I could cry for Newspapers,
Got the Press we deserve.
I could cry for the people
Not caring at all.
I should be happy and I’m not,
And I think I do know why.
In this selfish world we live in,
I feel helpless and torn from within.
David Barlow
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crying-out/
