Our Mad Bad World
I stand out to look at the sunshine
That's now ain't bright nor pure in light;
Dark and black that's how it goes.
Wild dummies survive in dust and ash.
Where blooming buds wither in depression,
Still run the deadly processions.
From very little- the lads and the cuties
Teach them in advance, greed and lavish pride;
Make them the past of the forth bitter future.
While I know of the value
They give to the papers;
Why don't they,
To their birth-giving wise woods?
So gay we are,
With our families
But let the co-creatures live in the gloom.
Living lives of the little ones;
Make a snack for many,
Who dump them more than they partake....
Why live in this mad bad world?
Let's lift the anchors!
And set sail, to a better place!
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