What a Wonderful World

The lyric rings true But it’s hard to sing it through What’s left are glimpses of glory From the original story The canvas now tarnished and tainted and twisted Sing it to children who sleep on the street Or to beggars who scrounge in bins Sing it to widows who wail Or mothers who mourn Sing it in the quake and the fire and the flood To those who got buried in mud Sing it in the oncology ward Or the precincts of the prison Sing it to those used and abused And to countless slaves who serve Sing it to those wounded in war I’ll hear their refrain again and again As I think to myself What a wonderful world …