I hear complaints everyday
Too much work, not enough time to play
Why do I have to keep running away?
There is a kid who has nothing to eat
Another one can never find clean water to drink
She grows up in an abusive alcoholic link
The one that gets bruised with every blink
I don’t know what we complain about?
A complaint about the water being out
A complaint about our food being late
A complaint about being too fat
Unable to control our instinctive appetite
It’s just very sad
The gap between today’s world
One can have the entire world and complain about not having control
The other just survives, feeling abundant in her heart and soul