Tuesday, January 28, 2014

The World, 1972

We are living in a world--
 with crowded highways and polluted skies.

People are living in 70-story apartment houses,
 and the world keeps spinning around.

Birds have no place to go,
 they have one tree to themselves.

We are killing our brothers without cause,
 and we take it for granted that they're dead.

Where are we going to?
Are we destroying ourselves?
We've got no hope unless--
We get something done.

We are living in a world--
 with poverty all around us.

Why do we have no help--
 to live-to live-to live for life?

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