these days of crisis
crying nights of despair
all this divisiveness
does anybody really care
these ideas of license
do what you dare
closed club exclusiveness
armies and gangs on a rampant tear
what does it take to change the world
will tomorrow be worse
or by some miracle be better
truth and wisdom can't be coerced
there is physical truth of course
something creation follows to the letter
crossing the line isn't allowed
curse contemptuous kings and crowns
sometimes our heads are in the clouds
other times we're plastered with frowns
this caustic drastic place we're in
it seems a lot has wrongly changed
perhaps we are the sole cause of this tragic sin
so many things we do are greedy and deranged
if tears could wash away the hurt and guilt
redemption should be one of our worthy tools
if love and joy were the only things we felt
these crying nights wouldn't be what we built
maybe then the world wouldn't be completely cruel
perhaps in time we'll all wake to find
living on this planet isn't entirely strange
come to know our dreams during this earthly crisis
imagining this tragedy isn't just about panicked fools

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