My Dream

My dream for the world is wonderful,
Not bland or boring or blue
I'd share my talents and my many ideas
People would share and believe
I know we could do it,
But could we, really?
There's so many things that are bad,
So many people die for such selfish reasons

People kill for fun
Destroy for revenge
Mess with people's minds for joy
And then drop them like a dirty rag

There are nukes in North Korea,
There are bombs in Boston;
It's not really them,
It's the influence of Satan

We know it's there,
We just don't try to fight it
Maybe if we tried,
Like really, really tried

We could do it

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