Perfect place

I live in a world where all can scream but all are heard by nonewhere pain and misery freely roam, to touch and infect everyone. 100 people could listen, but none would care, to afraid to look truth in the face, crying children fill our streets, in this so called perfect place. We can close our eyes and pretend its not true, la la la and its gone, our backs are turned, we\'re oblivious to what is really going on.