WRONG ADDRESS

Some living in luxury
Treated like kings
Some living in poverty
Lose everything
Things done on purpose
They'd never do there
Thoughts words and deeds
All empty of care
Mess makers clueless
Who cleans up the mess?
Sometimes it's not you
It's just your address

Perception.
Perception's the operative word.
Suspicious suspicions
Border on absurd
Conclusions drawn
In zero proof or less
Sometimes it's not you
It's just your address

So move. Get up. Get out. Go be
Where, among things respected
Are Humanity,
Truth, Justice, Family
Unless
It's safe to be you
And maintain your address
And your customs and culture
Beliefs and traditions
Dignity, Standing, Livelihood, Positions
Where do you belong
Are you cursed? Are you blessed?
Sometimes it's you-- right
But at the wrong address