THE WAY IT GOES

Bombs are falling from the sky,
As the roadside bomb explodes.
No one stops to wonder why,
That is just the way it goes.

Armies stand at the ready.
The river of death still flows.
War drums are pounding steady.
That is just the way it goes.

Some of us starve, some relax,
No matter how the wind blows.
Rich and poor, those are the facts.
That is just the way it goes.

Many people have no homes.
Some spend a fortune on clothes.
One finds, wherever he roams,
That is just the way it goes.

From poverty, look away,
Not our problem, we suppose.
So easy for us to say,
That is just the way it goes.

Life is unfair, just a touch.
Not all inequity shows.
Do not worry all that much,
That is just the way it goes.

Raindrops running down the drain,
Upon the pavement that grows;
To our children we explain,
That is just the way it goes.