If I could change one simple thing,
It would be the hearts of Men.
To replace the hunger for gold and silver
With the yearning for love and belonging.
Businessmen with sharp suits and sharper tongues
Their black eyes and blacker souls
Make critical decisions every day
Choosing profitability over hospitality,
Cutting down forests to build plants
When we should be planting trees.
Wicked sludge is pumped into our waters
Drowning the fish, and poisoning our Earth
Truly, if Men could take their minds off their wallets
And focus on what truly matters, not profits,
But helping thine neighbor,
We could see the end of calamity,
The end of this insanity.
If everyone looked out for each other,
No one would be forsaken, for if one would fall,
They would have a safety net of those who care
To help them back onto their feet.
Instead of making sure we get maximum profit,
We would make sure we were making maximum comfort
For everyone else.
For in the end, the rich man
And the poor man
Are both buried, six feet down in dirt
It’s up to the living whether or not
That dirt Is toxic.
This is the remedy, this is the solution—
Love each other, and we will all be set free.