I want my children tagged.
I want everyone named and shamed.
I want to work in a call centre again.
You said that you'd support me in everything that I chose to do.
Well, so long as it was what you told me to.
Why can't this be a perfect world?
So do something before one of us dies.
And the fires are no use
when they obstruct the sun.
Who's leading the prayers?
Who's waiting outside?
Who's holding the shotgun?
He reflects in my glasses,
can cut me open with a smile.
He wonders "is any of this worthwhile?"