I see trees of brown

Wilted roses, too

I see them die from me and you

And I think to myself:

What a terrible world

I see skies of smoke, and clouds of gray

The dark, polluted day

The light polluted night

And I think to myself:

What a terrible world

The color of the rainbow, never seen due to drought

Are also the faces of those killed for the words coming out of their mouths

I see protesters barraging against police, screaming incoherently

But they’re really saying “we want justice! We want peace!”

I hear mothers cry

And I watched them manhandled across the border

They’ll experience much more than I’ve ever learned

And I think to myself:

What a terrible world

Yes, what a terrible world