begging for a future
Bullets are hard to take
But the truth is worse
Finding out secrets of our consuming curse
Nature torn apart
Trees left behind
Leaders take the best decisions
But only for their own good
A well-fed man, walking down crashed Wall Street
Complaining about the course
But at his feet
A man begging for some food
Trembling, trembling
Narsisctic gentleman
Steering the chauffeur
To drive their expensive car
As far as possible from the ecological, multicultural, social issues in this world
Spending money on gas
But saving money for their lady
Who walked by the same beggar
But couldn’t throw a look back
Because, if she ever did
She would only see her Abercrombie cap
Which covers, like a rag
The problems of the day
So she could look away
How can a world that keeps getting warmer
Yet feels colder than ever before
Colder than frozen money
But the truth is worse
Finding out secrets of our consuming curse
Nature torn apart
Trees left behind
Leaders take the best decisions
But only for their own good
A well-fed man, walking down crashed Wall Street
Complaining about the course
But at his feet
A man begging for some food
Trembling, trembling
Narsisctic gentleman
Steering the chauffeur
To drive their expensive car
As far as possible from the ecological, multicultural, social issues in this world
Spending money on gas
But saving money for their lady
Who walked by the same beggar
But couldn’t throw a look back
Because, if she ever did
She would only see her Abercrombie cap
Which covers, like a rag
The problems of the day
So she could look away
How can a world that keeps getting warmer
Yet feels colder than ever before
Colder than frozen money
Reacties op dit gedicht
| wervelende regenboog: | Donderdag, oktober 13, 2011 00:04 |
| de tegenstellingen zijn nog steeds groot en de natuur wordt met voeten getreden, maar ik hou nog steeds goede hoop :) groetje wr |
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| Jannes L: | Woensdag, oktober 12, 2011 20:46 |
| helemaal gelijk Klaas, dit zijn ook maar woorden, maar als iedereen doet wat hij kan zou het ook al beter zijn groeten, Jannes |
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| trucker klaas: | Woensdag, oktober 12, 2011 20:27 |
| er wordt veel gepraat ,maar niemand luistert :( milieu en omgang ,er is nog veel te leren groet ,klaas |
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| Auteur: Jannes L | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Erwin | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 12 oktober 2011 | ||
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