What Would You Change Slam
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The cacophonous roar,
originating from the machines of war.
The engines that continue,
the horrific bloodshed,
are engineered by ingenious,
Madmen.
Hitler,
Mussolini,
We come to You with all the right intentions,
But the moment we set off they burn to pieces.
And it's only now that I realize,
Just how far I've fallen from You.
In Your spotlight, I become convicted,
There is change great and small,
At times it feels as though it doesn't matter at all.
So many things that go on
That could fill a hundred songs,
Never get to see the day of light
So much is wasting
All of it is draining
Right through are greedy little fingers
Clutching at the resources
That make our world go around
Air, oil, salt
Our vital water
the land of opportunity
'merica
the land of equality
'merica
the land of slang
'merica
we criticize
we judge
we look down on others
as if they were not one of our own
