The world is a place
The world is our home
So why do I hear people
Shout and moan?
You shout about this
And shout about that
But never
Do you do anything
This world feels like
It’s drowning, but all we do
Is stand and listen
Never doing anything
But all we do
Is shout and moan
This place
That we call home.
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