social suicide

the teachers in the hall way
the judge sits in his chambers
the priest neils at his alter
the boy goese down
in a shop doorway
the man sighes replete
all for the price of a needle
what a treate
and the poloticians mouth jus goese round and round and round and round
is it any wonder
children in the street
sow the seeds of there discontent
never careing or nowing the reason why
as we jump from buildings high
ever ready to commit our social suicide
one things for sure
the man in black
someday we all will meet
so why not shake his hand
tell him to take a seate
and say not today brother not today