How dreadful, that the world runs on money

and not peace

Terrible, isn't it?

That this causes joy

And   love   causes   tears.

How can we be scared, to share our dreams

Yet completely willing to ignore the screams

Of the children, the elders, these wisdom machines.

For the children, find a way, to live with nature, live in peace.

And the elders, they're all tired, of what seems to be

a never ending war, a fight for money, for control, from king to queen.

Aren't we to learn a lesson, from these people, from the kids?

Are we to stay with arms crossed, letting our world wither, disappear?

I refuse.

                 I refuse to stay in place and watch my world burn.

                                                                 I refuse to live blindfolded and believe the lies I hear today.
I refuse.
                I refuse.

  Does it make a difference?

                                     If I simply refuse...
  What can I do?

  What can I do to save us and save myself?
                                                                             To change this tragic ending,

                                                                                                                                So that we can start again