There was a time when I gave a crap,
About this or that.
Now I just do not care,
Life is fleeting and in the air.
I do not care that the President lies a plenty each day,
I do not care that misdeeds are done continually and in every way.
Me-too movement is just a fad,
Boys will be boys; a boy is a cad.
Violence is depicted in every way on screen and on television,
You see blood running from wounds in three d vision.
Shoot them up in a cowboy show or a police drama,
Ban all weapons and the handyman is deprived of his hammer.
I blame the genes which have bad chromosomes of hate and greed
We need to surgically remove them with all haste and speed.
We need to be a race with no passion nor hormonal swings,
We need to remove all racial prejudice and violent things.
But I do not care as we eliminate ourselves into a pot of stew,
Does not affect me the violence and boo hoo.
“Bah, Bah,” said the Black sheep as he starred into his mirror,
I am not frightened of what we have become I state with a quiver.
I do not care, so states the raw man inside the cave of my skin,
Then I look into the eyes of my children and their children and I cave in.
I voice my concerns the highest roof top,
I will protest, and I will not give in and I will not stop.
I do not care what they do to me,
I care for what the world will be for my children to see.