The S Word

To the cutters
the crushed and the helpless
the bitter no hopers
whose fuse to the future
is burning down low
To the war torn wearied
washed up on beaches
their mountain piled high
with body bag bones
For species endangered
hiding from flames
while asshole dictators
and hypocrite priests
get rich in god's name
To the last tree burned
by big business exploiters
running cookers and users
snared in the churn
by the fate of their days
To the drunk in the dumpster
and the punk with a blade
I am sorry
so sorry
for your pain