Once again, there’s a war on their drugs,
But the deaths of innocent hued youths
Go unresolved;
The flowing blood of their births and deaths
Stream on guttered streets each and every day:-
Once again, the cradle and the grave are just a few
Life-steps away;
And the flood of tears from the rain of joy and grief
Remain to be resolved:-
How long will we wearily sit by and allow apathetic
Disconcertment to evolve?