The Catch Man's Cry, The Catch Man's Cry

The Catch Man's Cry, The Catch Man's Cry  

The catch man's cry, the catch man's cry 

hear now the bleeding feeble burdened with self pride, 

nowhere to hide, nowhere to hide now,

only now so many fear that they themselves maybe be forced to feel, 

the flaying whips which lash across our lands, 

the spit and spray that spreads with splashing waves, 

those endless rippling curves spreading fiery curses, 

is there anything much worse than this?

Self preservation at the forefront of our minds spell bound and blind, 

fear mongered to haling, prevailing, scaring glaring worries in a hurry,

we are at war you know, it's chasing us, 

no one wants to catch, the catch man's cry.

But, does not hunger bring a tear to eye, 

but, does not hunger break a man to cry,

but, does not he who catches hunger howl with hope, 

long with prayer stare longingly away, an endless day dreaming nightmare.

Has he heard the stories of the proudest glories man now aims for, 

has he heard the shallow goals set by money, sharpened off with golden honey, 

does he know, does he know, does he know?

That the people fight with all their might right now, 

somehow the fear has spearred their hearts, 

some say no one wants to catch, the catch man's cry, 

oh, the catch man's cry, the catch man's cry.

Oh, how so many fear dying from a rampant thriving virus, yet, sit by no less, 

allowing many more to slowly and poorly fall frail, weak, bleakly crumbling, 

stumbling, starving till one's end.

There's no one willing to spend towards 

and find a way to mend our global cause of hunger and starvation. 

Most wager upon winning from the over zealous corrupt consumerism,

and this is not news to him!

So, put a penny in the pot, or take a shot at millions on the market, 

spark your ego driven fire alight, let the dwindling plight of littlens give way, 

for today our fight is Covid, it's on our shores you know, and knocking at our doors, 

it's real you know, it's here, we see it, we feel the fear we are at war, 

it's chasing us, no one wants to catch, the catch man's cry.

Yet, most will turn blindside look away and close their eyes, 

whilst hungry men to weak to cry, drop down dead and die, 

round about ten million a year, 

and yet we still steer clear from helping, and neglect our fellow man. 

So, if you catch, the catches man cry, 

please share at least one tear from your eye, 

for the hungry men who cannot cry, 

their eyes to dry, to shed a tear just before they die.

By Toni Cairns.