306 (11.05.2015)

Praise be to those who can be bothered to
Attempt to make the world a better place
The earth will be here after me and you
Have said goodbye and given up our space.
So they try hard and try to just improve
But sometimes there's too much that holds us back
Perhaps the best we do is to remove
Things in us that in others we attack.
So slowly, slow they try to do their best
And gradually we move into the light
A constant wave attempting to suggest
That everything will finally turn out right.
A stone they're rolling up a great big hill,
With heart and sweat and blood and strength of will.

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