The Lawyer

The headache rips through his head
His eyes hurt and chest heavy
He slips and falls as he gets out of the bed
He gets up, looks in the mirror, eyes calm and steady
He sits on the bed edge lighting a cigarette
Contemplating life's never-ending net
He puts on his clothes and walks out the door
Striking a pose in the elevator mirror and straight into the coffee store
Wanders in crowded streets as the rain commences
Tired faces and busy lives
Lives in luxury and credit card covered expenses
Rapist men and unfaithful wives
He moves slowly past a child sitting and crying
Spares a penny to the homeless man rapidly dying

The afternoon strikes and he's on his way home
He's a lawyer now protecting the places scum roam
He has a good education and a well paid job
He's a parents dream, he's no slob
Although he lives alone, he doesn't mind
His friends come by to dinner
They discuss the world and drink red wine
Looking at it all they feel like a winner
''The worlds a crazy place''one says
''true, such a shame'' they're all pleased to address

They leave late at night
As he starts to clean up
He thinks about holding his ex wife tight
They always said he was a bit of a dreamer
He turns on the television and watches the news
Unaffected he observes the slaughter of Christians, Muslims and Jews
Yesterday he defended a man who raped a child and broke his neck
Although he won he put in a few dollars to charity from his paycheck

He gets a phone call early before the sun starts to shine
The voice is cold and the it's sounds like it's been crying
He rushed down to the hospital to worst thing he's ever seen
His friends daughter has been shot and killed she was only thirteen
Now the pain runs free and the tears won't stop
He stand by his friend true to catch every single drop
And the hurt can't be replaced when he comes home
All he can see is the girl's sweet face

A year passes by and the worlds the same
Lives are still a routine and pain just a game
People are starving and dying
Little kids are killed and women raped are still heard crying
''it's a crazy world'' his friend once said
His friend became an activist when his daughter got shot dead
But he can't be like his friend, he has a career
When he was younger he wanted to, but he needed an education
He had plans for his life, he didn't have the time
He wanted to make sure he didn't fail, he couldn't fight crime
He had to get a house and car
He didn't have time to help war victims dying from afar
So he'd just watch the news
the slaughter of Christians, Muslims and Jews
tomorrow he'll defended a man who raped a child and broke his neck
Although he'll win he'll put in a few dollars to charity from his paycheck