Actually

 
Actually
I am angry, actually.
I'm mad at the air.
I'm mad at the noise.
I'm mad at the garbage.
I'm mad at the races.
I'm mad at you!

 The air once, so sweet and fair.
 Now so polluted  its no longer there.

 The noise that we hear, just increases our fear.
 That it has to be clear, that doomsday is near.

 Garbage and waste, on land and at sea.
 Piling up, up, and up, how much can there be?

 Floating en-mass, where no one can see.
 Outta sight: outta mind.  The thought sickens me.

 The races of TERRA, should all be as one.
 After all there, is only one sun.

 What on this world, is to be done?
 UNITY, and an end to the gun.

 Yes i am angry.  I'm angry at you.
 The scheming lying politicians who,

 puppet-ed by an illuminated few,
 tell the rest of us, what to say and do!

Yes I am ANGRY, and YOU should be too.