mud of tears

All I am is a little boy sitting here in the dirt
Crying these bitter tears of hurt

I hope someday I can understand why
Men do all these things that make me cry

Why they ravage women as wild dogs
And sup on their enemy's spoils like wandering hogs

Where is the excitement in taking another's life?
What is there that stimulates one to cause such strife?

I can't see it now in our time of hopelessness
Maybe when I'm a man I'll see it in my own restlessness

But now I'll just sit here and cry
And wonder why
Around me lie
My mother and sisters dead at the hands of men who smell of the pig's sty