The world is ruled by law and in a way that's so very sad.
It's not a matter of what's right or wrong or good or bad.
Facts depend on points-of-view and truth holds little sway.
Money and power are the arbiters of morality today.
Each one who still believes that what's good will win out,
Should receive praise and respect, but there's little doubt
That each day that bygone world becomes less the rule,
As each day, so sadly, each of these appears more the fool.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Gregory Huyette, Doesn't the world look happier and merrier when we have that happy feeling?