Why bring another soul onto this earth
This packed dirt and river streams
Spanning wide,infinite girth
Full of life and pointless dreams
But there is more past the joyous hopes
Hazy mountain of crushed potential
Thousands tired hang by ropes
Horror and famine are monumental
Few succeed to see the light in the tunnel
They preserver and struggle through mists
They are sorted mentally in a funnel
The life not made are torn to bits
One should live naturally,its potential pays
Another lives in the midst of
Aboriginal Ways