Princip
Think of the first world war
think of young Princip
his mud floor house
with stones for walls
Poverty and shame
it was hard to make an existence
it was hard to make a life
the food that they were growing
Went to overseers
Princip watched his family starve
he fought to overcome
the poverty around him
It simply was no fun
profit went to empire
Monarchs sang and danced
as the children of the poor died on the streets
It was not by chance
he came to hate existence
he came to hate his life
he killed the Prince of Austria
It was a freedom fight
he fought to overcome
the poverty and strife
it was a simple billet
that started up the war
and millions died from suffering
the world took up his fight
think of Karl Marz
with communism plans,
he was also wanting healthy worlds
I think it was his plan
to build a better living
the dream of every man
when you live down in poverty
and watch your children die
you learn to hate this living
your gangs then build our wars
the streets become our battlegrounds
society at war, the shops
and agriculture lie broken on the floor
people flee in terror people flee in pain
they become the refuges
now full of anger's pain
with grief, they want to blame
The rich they won't give money
America they blame
the worlds building anger
a dark and angry mote
The more you give in charity
the more you play the game
as poverty creates people
that steal it away
The grief's created anger
they blame and blame and blame
without the jobs and future
it builds the blaming game
If we invest in companies
get them to understand
we can all work together
to make a better world
workers don't get charity
they just want decent pay
the money for their family
to feed them every day
you give our people charity
the dole you pay each day
they also learn to cheat and steal
it seems to be that way
granted when you have lost a job
you need the helping hand
but that should not be always
it's work that helps us mend
if you are stuck in wheelchairs
you just need different jobs
it doesn't matter, who you are
disabled young and old
We all feel more successful
when we are earning gold
when you can feed your family
when you can buy your home
when you can feel you matter
you carry better loads
it does not build your hatred
it does not build your pain
If we all work together
if we all build your jobs
we make a better planet
a planet full of love
Copyright © Bernard Barclay | Year Posted 2020
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