The Innocent's Corner

Huddled in the light of a cellular billboard

A family of four is a nation at war

In her head are the echoes of weeping

Of children the Sunday before



The promises made by her Father

Are no match for hunger's incline



So she fell to her knees as she cried,

"In the Innocent's Corner I'll hide."

You came around and lifted her up

With the angels beside

Would she be denied



Ours is a land with a terrible shortage

Of harvests to share and breathable air

And a reason to live may be too hard to find

Like a wage or a dime



But we sit here debating the meaning of justice

With self-righteous spin and an upper caste grin

We're still suffocating on quicksand indifference

Where no choice is ever that hard



So she fell to her knees as she cried,

In the Innocent's Corner she'll hide

You came around and lifted her up with the angels beside



The promises made by her Father

Would curb any hunger inside