I try to laugh To keep from crying Neighborhood streets Reconstructed as third world countries I drive, I walk, I see Is all this necessary? Really I try to reason To ask those to help Once they arrive They forgot about the other side Money made as intelligence spent On getting to space or Star Trek I try to educate To better my community Offering Healing & Hope Most could care less until it effects Their bottom line Our ancestor’s spirits cry all the time An ocean of apathy A river of tragedy A drop of nothing Truth - Woodrow Bailey