The Same


1948, 1968, 1988, 2012.
The years change, but the same thing's going on.
A few people get heaven on earth, most people are catching hell.
People marched in 1968, people marching in 2012-
Marching about the same things.
Same few getting heaven on earth, the same majority catching hell.
People poor, homeless, starving and dying.
A child shot dead, with skittles as his only weapon.
People dying for their religion, gender, sexuality.
Same politicians still telling the same lies.
Same world, if no one defies the same.
Change starts one mind and body at a time;
One person changes and works to change others minds.
Enough people commit to change-
With enough changed people, nothing stays the same.

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