Disaster strikes and masters rake
hot coals against my back neck
masters of sex say what's best
attackers test the minds
of everyone that wasn't attacked,
 but heard about it from the news,
or a friend, or something like that
I claim that it's Wack, but
I cower though because 
I empathize with the twisted ones
They run with guns and come from
rundown households but
 they hold the key to the future
and if we don't help the more than few
that are lost, then we are lost
it costs our humanity when we
walk past the insanity  and sleep
in our comfy beds. our heads feel clear
 beneath our solid venires. I peer 
through the eyes of these lies and
the sadness is that I see the real happiness