Who is to blame for the world’s imperfections
Relationships destroyed by lack of connections
No one wanting to listen to someone else’s directions
Each of us striking out with our aggressions
No one hesitates before pointing their fingers
Attacking everything in sight with scorpion like stingers
Trying to find other’s weaknesses and their ringers
Heavens gone quite from this, no more singers
It’s a simple task to turn things around
Stopping our shipwrecks before they run aground
Not letting our trash piles turn from small clumps to large mounds
Heaven coming alive filled with a new sound
Is it worth it to fix the decay and stop the stifle
To unload and put down our knifes and our riffles
No more destruction, abuse, or life ending homicides
Just look at a new born…….Then you DECIDE
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