You taught us well since childhood
You showed us what was good
But now I am confounded
Maybe I just misunderstood
All those lessons and all those virtues
That we cannot afford to lose
And I feel disappointed
When they don’t apply to your shoes.
It seems unfair that you can say
Anything you want, in any way
But when we have to speak our minds
You shut us off; it is not okay
It seems unreal that your love is
More expressed at times through material gifts
Because there is love in many kinds
That we really need more than all those gifts.
When in struggles, you say words of comfort
But sadly you treat money like a sport
So you play and play until the debts
Become your enemy and your cohort
When will you ever realize and see
That somehow you have hurt us all indirectly
Try to look back on your steps
And change somehow, dear light of irony.