World Views
I see it on the news, every single day;
How broken the world is and how it lost its way;
Fathers and sons are away, nowhere to be found;
Mothers and daughters are screaming, but no one hears a sound;
Children are lost, gone without any evidence or trace;
People are not being judged by their character but instead by their race;
Nations are fighting, brother against brother;
Just because one of them favors a religion over another;
Old people are forgotten and are thrown in the trash;
People are robbed constantly by tax companies of their cash;
What happened to us? The way we were before?
Where everyone was safe and free to unlock their doors;
Or maybe that was an illusion, created in our heads;
Because no one really is safe, perhaps only when they’re dead;
But we shouldn’t give up our hope for mankind;
There’s still that good in us, even though it’s hard to find;
You may not see it at first, you’ll have to dig deep;
It’s probably deep down in our souls, bunch up in a heap;
We should do it, not for us, but for the kids, we’ll leave behind;
So they’ll be safe to be who they are and no one will mind;
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