As I sit at this place

I look out and see disgrace,

The people here are none too wise

Of their lives, but have disguise,

A peaceful place with beauty grows

The meaning here which no one knows,

And shards of glass upon the ground

Show carelessness is to be found,

I look for things to make me wise

But find little else but to despise,

I know now we can't go on

For when death comes, it's our last song,

We must have fun and joy

For only this life we can enjoy.

To live and see

The things that be

Keep evolving around

You and me,

The walks of life

And the world's spinning

War of countries Is anyone winning?

What's it worth

The fight that goes on

Will anybody admit

That they are wrong,

No one wins

Everyone dies

World relations

Are a bunch of lies,

If this goes on

Kiss the planet good bye.



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