Protect & Serve

Mama Papa
Its cold in here
Im hurt and
Im bleeding and
Im really scared
I dont wanna go back outside
Cause the bigboys are waiting and theyll get me one more time
And if we cant protect the weak
How can we call ourselves strong
Is the assurance that they seek
So beyond us all
Help me, someone, is anyone there?
This man asked directions and
I said Id help
Now Im tied up and all alone
And I dont think he ever plans to let me
Go back home
And if we cant protect the young
How can we call ourselves grown
They place their trust in anyone
Only to lose it all
And when it happens we seem so surprised
Like weve not seen it all before
We wring our hands & cry
What do they do it for
What do they do it for
What do they do it for
Broken fingers & the phones too far
Cant even think now why
I opened the door
Robbed and battered
Ive lost all pride
There was only enough cash to see that
I got by And if we cant protect the old
How can we call ourselves civilized?
And is the comfort they deserve
So difficult to provide?