They sit in Ivory Towers
Looking down as the smoke rises
seeing faces full of pain
They cannot fathom why
They hear the Children cry
hunger in their stomachs they have never felt
They toss money off the towers
hoping they turn into flowers
they changed nothing
They cannot think how to fix
On their fiddles they play
wanting to change the world
I sit in a hovel cold and wet
I wonder how bad this can get
I cry and mourn the blind
Oh only if those in the Ivory Towers really cared
All they do is what makes them look good
but giving real hope they never understood
And so will we be slaves soon to come
held hostage by the dumb
only time will tell
If they cared and done what none have dared
If they thought about what they do
All could live as humans
Cognitive thinking connects the dots
I breath for change that works
I want love not hate
Build Hope not rockets
Make Love not war
Save lives not end them
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 11:20 AM UTC
They sit in Ivory Towers
Looking down as the smoke rises
seeing faces full of pain
They cannot fathom why
They hear the Children cry
hunger in their stomachs they have never felt
They toss money off the towers
hoping they turn into flowers
they changed nothing
They cannot think how to fix
On their fiddles they play
wanting to change the world
I sit in a hovel cold and wet
I wonder how bad this can get
I cry and mourn the blind
Oh only if those in the Ivory Towers really cared
All they do is what makes them look good
but giving real hope they never understood
And so will we be slaves soon to come
held hostage by the dumb
only time will tell
If they cared and done what none have dared
If they thought about what they do
All could live as humans
Cognitive thinking connects the dots
I breath for change that works
I want love not hate
Build Hope not rockets
Make Love not war
Save lives not end them
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