I Feel Sorry For Not Being There Poem by Gerry Legister

I refuse to take the blame for society's failure,
But for you who are so poor,
What's happened to the civilized world of the mighty?
All those with plenty, appeals just goes out empty.
Into their heads and out into weird sprawl,
If the call, they will never answer you at all.
Just have a look at their Facebook,
All of our humanity dies just for a look.
At the pages on cold streets,
Diabolical sleaze, disease, defeats,
Venerable care for humanity,
All the pretense is just carnality.
To divide the earth into little streams,
And pour tears into rivers of dreams.
Agony flow silently in nights of fear,
Religion rips the hour in prayer.
We feel the terrible earthquake,
Most people shiver and wake with ache.
Some see another day make,
The economy weapons of hate,
That they want to rule the home,
Bailiffs come when you are alone.
I feel sorry for not being there,
When they reign with holy words of despair.
Heads hung in disbelief,
God see's your mental grief
Offer relief by some foreign friends.
Preaching where the council ends.
But all the teachings goes in vein,
I feel sorry for your pain,
But it's the infectious love
Catching communities even from above.
The borders we create,
Selling poverty and hate.
All the high tech modern thinking,
Only have eyes for power and blinking,
Talking, let us be what we should be,
Offer more than the useless degree.