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 …
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