By Sarah Baum
We all are cold, lost, and alone
In this dark, dang’rous place.
Where disasters and murder
Will end the human race.
The world has been turned upside down;
At the hands of bloody palms.
Each day babies are babbling,
Rather than crying for their moms.
Yet people, they’re not wailing,
Though tragedies do fall.
Our morals, they are failing;
We no longer care at all.
The mother and the father
Aren’t upset by the news.
The doctors are not bothered;
By the impacts of the flu.
We all are not alone
And this place is filled with light.
But we no longer have tears to shed;
Bloody palms have lost the fight.