I’ve been told I’m not romantic

Don’t write lovers notes

Don’t print a name upon my arm

Or recite flowery quotes

 

I don’t like weepy movies

They don’t produce a tear

Soppy love songs turn me off

There’s no hope for me, I fear

 

M heart is made of granite

I’m a statue made of stone

I’m doomed to be uncaring

To live my life alone

 

And yet I watch the T V news

See the evil that men do

The savage, brutal torture

The senseless waste of two

 

I see those who lay down their lives

For a cause they think is right

Why should the colour of one’s skin

Be reason for a fight

 

I see a child so far away

His face is filled with pain

The Third World is crying out

For succour once again

 

I see poverty and misery

People struggling to live

Anger bred from hatred

Unwillingness to forgive

 

Perhaps I’m not a hardened case

Emotionless after all

When I see the state this world is in

Silent tears fall