when voices go unheard,
and screams go in vain,
death is a matter of joke,
while men hunt men,
and slaughter is a game.
the world is turning grey,
yet we fail to see it,
while smog fills the air,
and the water turns black,
the lands desert and barren,
why ever can't men see?
too much blinded with guile, maybe?
stop that fighting and that killing,
stop polluting and corrupting,
just stop and listen to the voices,
and lets hold hands together,
lets let peace prevail,
and shoot people with love,
or bombard the world with happiness,
and bring back humanity,
which we are almost at loss.
and screams go in vain,
death is a matter of joke,
while men hunt men,
and slaughter is a game.
the world is turning grey,
yet we fail to see it,
while smog fills the air,
and the water turns black,
the lands desert and barren,
why ever can't men see?
too much blinded with guile, maybe?
stop that fighting and that killing,
stop polluting and corrupting,
just stop and listen to the voices,
and lets hold hands together,
lets let peace prevail,
and shoot people with love,
or bombard the world with happiness,
and bring back humanity,
which we are almost at loss.
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