So many people speakin of
So many people speakin of things
they know nothing about.
Assumptions turn into rumors,
turn into words slicing like knives.
It's got me thinking that Gandhi
saw the future possibility
of a blind society.
If I had it my way, I'd change
their minds, open their eyes
to the inequalties in this big ol world.
I'd give em all a big frosty glass
of E-M-Pathy.
I'd have people of all shapes and sizes,
colors and varieties singing kumbaya
and 'pologizing for all the mis
understandings that have kept us apart.
Yes indeed. That's what I'd change.
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