Nero Fiddles While Rome Burns

They sit in Ivory Towers Looking down as the smoke rises seeing faces full of pain They cannot fathom why They hear the Children cry hunger in their stomachs they have never felt They toss money off the towers hoping they turn into flowers they changed nothing They cannot think how to fix On their fiddles they play wanting to change the world Oh only if those in the Ivory Towers really cared All they do is what makes them look good but giving real hope they never understood I sit in a hovel cold and wet i wonder how bad this can get I cry and mourn the blind And so will be be slaves soon to come held hostage by the dumb only time will tell If they cared and done what none have dared If they thought about what they do All could live as humans Cognitive thinking connects the dots I breath for change that works I want love not hate Build Hope not rockets Make Love not war Save lives not end them Better to be wise than smart Better to love for real than just saying Think of the children they are slaying The Owl is wise The Fox is smart Which do Trust