And still we wonder why our children don't respect us
We have them, then push them away
We do not have time for them afterwards
We treat them like pets, not children
And still we wonder
I see children each day walking
No coats, shivering from the cold
Their cheeks red and chapped
And still we wonder
A smile from a teacher at school
Leads to a smile in return
They are getting something they do not at home
And still we wonder
We wonder why they are angry
Why they are not behaving at home
Why they turn to others for what they do not have
Do not wonder
When I hear a father refer to his children
As his @#%$& children when he drops them off
At a school where they receive love and attention
Do not wonder
When I see a child running down a street
In raw temperatures, with no coat
Chilled and shivering with damp and cold
Do not wonder
When I see Grandparents caring for grandchildren
Because the parents are in jail, or nowhere to be found
Because they want to have their own lives
Do not wonder
We are raising a generation of children
Who receive little or no love at home
Who are crying out for attention, good or bad
We need to wonder Why?
Why we are where we are?
What did we do to cause this?
These children are reacting to us and our feelings
In the only way they know how.
Why do you not love me? they ask.
Why do you not care if I am hungry, or cold
If I am loved or happy
If I live or die
Why?
Ask yourself Why, not the children.
It is you who care not, not they.
