Lost Time


The world is slow-moving
Nobody Home
No colors, only whites
What is this, why is this
This is unfair
People are still being sold
Like they don’t mean anything
Like they don’t have families or a spouse

Everyone thinks it’s normal, they think it’s ok
People don’t deserve this, they don’t need this

“It’s safer this way” they say
They don’t know
They don’t know the harm, the damage
They tear apart clothes woven together by hands so small, and malnourished
They don’t think that that is a problem

They don’t seem to see the people in the street
They only worry about themselves
They think that they are the only people that need help

Look around, look
Everyone is worse off than you think, look out of the paper
Things need to change
Things can’t stay this way

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