Three Inches Deep

I took this from the newspapers ...

Growing deeply, fast asleep

Wonder how you came to this place

A man with no worries, a man with peace

Sleeping soundly in the corner on his face

The wise become wiser

The fools grow in their ignorance

Why are you lying to her

You're losing your endurance

The loser calls the pusher

The winner steps aside

Full of good intentions

Is it his fault the loser died?

The poor man pleads to his rich brother

He laughs in unknown ridicule

One more man is going hungry

His four children are dying

Three inches deep, the rotted food

You tumble to the floor

The police-man comes, the children weep

You're running out the door

You've been caught in dishonor

And your family forevermore

You realize in your doings

It is you they will ignore

The hairs upon your skin, they raise

Cold blood chills to the bone

Pain seeps to your loving soul

You find that you're alone

Realization, the moments forsaken

Assumptions that you don't know

Everyone you thought you loved

Has left you to your own