I do not claim to be the best
I compete not with all the rest
The things I write are not for fun
It’s to unload this loaded gun
As tensions rise, so do our acts
And if you look at all the facts
You’ll see that nothing ever changed
That things were simply rearranged
The problems that we face today
Are all as old as seers say
It isn’t you, it isn’t me
It’s that we’ll always disagree
Tis’ the issue that we face
And if we ever found a space
Which let us mend our broken bond
A place where we can correspond
Perhaps I’d get it, and you would too
That pointing fingers, saying “you”
Does not contribute anything
But wasted words held on a string
A string that’s frayed, and so decayed
It hardly holds this day and age
So cease the fighting, calling names
Do not be pawns in twisted games
How the World Should Work 