People, People, everywhere.
But none ever care,
Who you or what is wrong.
They just pass by, without listening to your problematic song.
What is this world, where some people die for a belief, for hope.
Yet some don't help you to cope,
With the horrible things like pain, death, and war.
They just leave you torn.
People, People everywhere.
But none ever care.
(I know, I am a terrible poet. To make it up to you, heres a picture of a cat.)