A Letter From Some Place

There ain't no food for you
Ain't no food for me.
There ain't no food for us
Or the starving babies.

Who is going to save us?
Who will rise above?
Some say heroes up and left,
Who is going to save us now?

Hate, the monster hate,
Thriving evermore
Fear, the monster fear,
Living here in my home.

Weapons in their hands,
Bad words on their tongues.
Power in their grasp,
Evil on their minds.

Who is going to save me?
Who is going to save you?
Who is going to save us?
Who is going to save the babies?

I guess we'll sit and wait,
For the answers come.