Ugly World
I look down on the world and I notice it's turning,
churning and burning in molten anger and hate
I saw a new born baby in the arms of his father,
motionless and cold with holes in thier heads
I heard the cries of a women praying for a bullet,
while trapped and screaming and burning to ash
I heard the roar of a gunshot, blast through a window,
I see the body of a dying boy, who abandoned all hope
I hear millions pray to a diety of Love,
then commit acts of hatred and rage in it's name
I see millions of lost and starving and broken,
while politicians cross thier fingers as they smile and wave
term after term they proclaim they are with us,
but year after year still nothing has changed
I can see a faint light, at the far end of the tunnel,
but at this rate, in a 100 years all will still be the same
so I look in the mirror and ask 'Why keep on going?',
then I see my baby girl in the reflection behind me,
loving and smiling, hope in her eyes a glowin',
just then this ugly world is beautiful again
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