Nothing will fix the world
We've create or us!
Those that try to do good
Are mocked or looked at
With general mistrust,
Unbelievable, but true
It's all a question
Of domination,
Of the ruling class,
Whatever "put the tail
On the donkey" name
They call Themselves,
Democrats, Socialists, or Rot
The whole miserable lot,
But fear not,
We will end up
Destroying ourselves
Then there will be peace
And all hate, forgot.
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