Business: Really?

 Business: Really?

It feels like a business tactic
But they are playing, with lives
Best interest pays on, who lives and who dies

I don’t understand: their empty minds
What are you not thinking, when a mother cries
What do you not see: when a child’s fear is on his face, and in his eyes?

It feels like a power struggle: amongst the men, of the human race
Why does everyone want to be at the top? Can’t you see it is a lonely place?
Why this person or that person: why not just laugh, and talk over drinks

It feels selfish: was it a woman that did this to you, did she still your heart away?
Maybe she was gone, before you had the chance to say . . .
I don’t understand: what is in your mind is there anything at all, at any time?

It feels like business tactics to me
Only the ones playing: have never read a book on strategy
What is in your mind: what did your parents put you threw

Do you need a chance, maybe some space, to maybe think?
Would this be what you wanted: if you were on your own without them?
To snatch a child from her mother’s arms… she is crying and you trample on her like dirt

What happened to you: to inflict a child with nightmares, and years of hurt
What are you thinking: do you even think at all?
What is in your mind, I am curious: considering your lack of taking time… to “THINK”

Lori