Nine months since the baby has seen her mom,
But she doesn’t speak like us,
so she’s gone.
And who cares about the animals,
being torn apart by poachers,
acting like cannibals
standing on shaky ground,
because the ice can’t handle the warmth of their paws.
And Trump has yet to make a sound
We’ve got policies after policies, protecting white murderers,
But when a woman screams for help,
Our country would rather torture her,
Then lend a hand,
and capture the man,
who gave her the baby
that she can’t take care of,
But she can’t get rid of it,
Cause people would judge her quick,
And he is suffering alone,
Cause the mirror doesn’t show
what should be shown.
He knows this body isn’t his but somehow it is.
And this is the country that we now live in,
And only some are paying attention.