In the name of fairness
some leaders convene,
A woman's voice echoes, echoes...
From the 70s to now,
the world has spun its wheel,
Yet the same old concerns,
they haunt, they steal.
Speeches we've heard, moves we've seen,
can you dance the dance?
A world in peril, given a second,
or a second chance.
Deep within, we know, we know the sting,
The solutions to problems are but
recurring, recurring things.
Our common home, it crumbles,
crumbles from within,
We portray ignorance, yet we know,
we know the sin.
You say it's not about money?
Oh, but it is,The poor can't buy in bulk,
a crisis, a crisis. Just cry sis!
In trying to adapt, we wound,
we wound our home, we call on phone.
The irony of life, in this global, global dome.
If only we had enough,
if they could truly see,
The pain, the struggle,
the desperate, desperate plea.
Some days are for dreaming,
some are for all the slap needed...
Unmet goals loom like specters,
as 2030, Oh 2030 is on its way.
Is it a beacon of hope or a cruel jest?
A world on the brink, on the brink,
put to the test.
The confusion of young and old,
it shifts, it sways, it stinks
Who will work, who will check,
who will dream for our days?
Is this an outburst, or a cry,
a cry for help, can't you see?
Better stop and think, or better yet
let it be, let it be....
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