The Sitting Gods

Do you see

The issues of today?

 

Do you see 

The problems heading our way?

 

Yet you sit there

High on your chair

 

Just because you control the storms 

Doesn't mean you control the norms

 

You can pretend if you'd like

But we are all riding this bike

 

If you don't wish to help

Well, our hearts won't melt.

 

But we will remember

How you took our fire

To keep warm your castle in the sky.

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