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What I See
What I see
Is hard to conceive
A world nearing its end
To me it seems
When natural disasters
No longer a frightening thing
A country supposedly rich in revenue
But yet
Many homeless sleep on major avenues
And the price of gas
Please don't ask
If you get sick, pray to the Lord
Because the price of insurance
No one can afford
The old saying of working til you sixty-five
Be retired, once was true
But now that's a lie
And our police protect and serve the minorities
No wait
Some just shoot and kill with no questions asked
And a president that speaks many words
But causing more havoc than good
And mass murders
No longer a Hollywood scene
And I just wonder how we are still living
When everything around
Is slowly disappearing
Is hard to conceive
A world nearing its end
To me it seems
When natural disasters
No longer a frightening thing
A country supposedly rich in revenue
But yet
Many homeless sleep on major avenues
And the price of gas
Please don't ask
If you get sick, pray to the Lord
Because the price of insurance
No one can afford
The old saying of working til you sixty-five
Be retired, once was true
But now that's a lie
And our police protect and serve the minorities
No wait
Some just shoot and kill with no questions asked
And a president that speaks many words
But causing more havoc than good
And mass murders
No longer a Hollywood scene
And I just wonder how we are still living
When everything around
Is slowly disappearing
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