When will I listen? When will I learn?
The right to exist doesn’t equal the right to earn
When will I feel? When will I act?
The right to earn equals the right to a broken back.
When will I understand? When will I comprehend?
Rules once written in a rulebook, I can never bend.
When will I repent? When will I turn around?
It was the glint in my eye that made the Judge frown.
When will I go down, and swallow my bitter pill?
Before I can do good, I must stop doing ill.
Copyright Christopher J. Hudson 2014