where we see the problems we live in

hey there dear friend stop looking so sad
one day soon you will learn to be glad
the poison the pain the sticks and the stones
soon they'll mean nothing to your aging bones
for this is the time when humanity screams
where capital punishment is only of dreams
and death is a gift that always keeps giving
and torture is granted only to the living
because where is the justice with criminals free
after sating their appetite they are let be
and the ones who suffered for all of their crimes
are told they may yet be whole, in time
but what does whole mean when they can see
that man who hurt them, while buying groceries?
and friend, there is so much more to be said
like the way that some people'd wish you were dead
and not because of anything you've done
but because of how your skin looks under the sun
for years and years an upward battle it's been
downtrodden people, clamouring to be seen
and there are times where they're given a chance
but oh friend, that's what it seems like at a glance
because this world is one made of fire
it's fueled by the strength of men's own desire
and the very earth we live in cries empty tears
for our wrongdoings have brought alive its fears  
and how can we listen to something we've stifled
forests, mountains and streams of which we've rifled
dear friend it's our fault that we're hurting now
don't tell me that's why you've furrowed your brow
i've told you friend, please don't be sad
it might take time but you've reason to be glad
the war will never end and battles will be lost
and along the way we'll be toting up the cost
but at least on your deathbed, wracking with pain
you can say that your life wasn't lived in vain