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It's hard living in a world where no one cares While your smothered and shallowed by despair Sitting here wondering why I was born into this place Not wanting to be part of this human race Where money is the great and powerful Oz It doesn't matter what's the cause I look and see their hearts have grown cold and calloused Everything is so off balanced There is no more unconditional love No help from up above We have been abandoned The trumpets have sounded Humanity has been stripped of it's compassion Empathy is in short ration Gone are the ways of old To these values we no longer hold Now it's I'll do for you if you can do for me That's not the way it's supposed to be But everyone's eyes have been closed Their souls have become thorny and cold We are no longer judged on our thoughts and actions But by how much money we have for the coming attractions For if we don't have enough to pay We become part of the play We are condemned to be the ***** Then feed into the machines of war ©Pauline Russell
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Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 11:55 AM UTC
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It's hard living in a world where no one cares While your smothered and shallowed by despair Sitting here wondering why I was born into this place Not wanting to be part of this human race Where money is the great and powerful Oz It doesn't matter what's the cause I look and see their hearts have grown cold and calloused Everything is so off balanced There is no more unconditional love No help from up above We have been abandoned The trumpets have sounded Humanity has been stripped of it's compassion Empathy is in short ration Gone are the ways of old To these values we no longer hold Now it's I'll do for you if you can do for me That's not the way it's supposed to be But everyone's eyes have been closed Their souls have become thorny and cold We are no longer judged on our thoughts and actions But by how much money we have for the coming attractions For if we don't have enough to pay We become part of the play We are condemned to be the ***** Then feed into the machines of war ©Pauline Russell
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Feb 21, 2017 at 11:55 AM UTC
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