The world tries to rid itself of its infection,
But can't fight off the pain.
It can't drown out the wailed tunes of the jail
For all those inside.
It can't clean up the grime
Of her little ocean in a bath.
It can't control its children,
So it watches them destroy and ruin one another.
It cries tears to let out the emotions,
But we only use them to our advantage.
Oh, our poor mother.
Why did you let us hurt you so?