Protest!

It’s not her fault she’s all alone
What was she to do?
Could she control that her mom ran away
And that her dad didn’t want her anymore?
Now several years later
She wanders the street
Looking for something to eat
Somewhere to live
Something to keep her alive.

He opens the door to his million-dollar mansion
With possessions belonging only to him.
His five cars parked neatly in the garage
His nine TVs in their rightful spot.
He thinks in this head, laughs out happily.
Never heard of the word “share”.
All for one and one for all?
No, not in this man’s mind.

Chorus
Ever realize that two dollars put together
Is more than some can dream of?
That all they ever wanted was a single slice of bread?
Yet others walk around
Money flowing out of their pockets
And still they desire more. Never enough money.
If only they were to understand that by giving up
Their Scrooge image,
Lives could be saved.

She sits on the floor
In front of a store
Her hat on her lap, her clothes on her back.
She waits for that someone to give her a prize.
A quarter… a nickel… a penny… a dime.
Many people come and go
Look her right in the eye.
But there’s no Robin Hood here tonight.
So she sits patiently and waits.

The limo drives down the street
His own personal chauffeur,
Stereo blasting aloud.
He looks out the window only to see
Her.
He recognizes her, only difference is a loss in weight.
She still resembles the baby she was at birth
Yet instead of giggling and smiling like she used to
She now looks sad, upset and alone.
But he doesn’t do anything. No he doesn’t.
He just drives away
To his million-dollar home.

Chorus

Ever realize that two dollars put together
Is more than some can dream of?
That all they ever wanted was a single slice of bread?
Yet others walk around
Money flowing out of their pockets
And still they desire more. Never enough money.
If only they were to understand that by giving up
Their Scrooge image,
Lives could be saved.


Romaine Edirmanasinghe