If you tell me what you’re missin’, I will tell you what I found.
No one out here seems to listen. There just ain’t no common ground.
Everything the poor man visions, seems the rich man wanna spoil.
Got no hand in the decisions. They just toil until they boil.
Now the melting pot’s spilled over. And the cleanup has begun.
If you’re not upon the A-list, better be prepared to run.
Don’t rely on constitutions. They’re just words that can be changed.
If you offer bold solutions, you just might be called deranged.
There’s a down side to all nations, though they might claim to be free.
You will find that all the leaders are the rich minority.
So if you ain’t got no money, so if you ain’t got no land,
You’d best marry up, my honey, or be buried where you stand.
There’s a dream in certain fictions that they call equality.
But the world is based on frictions, sadly, not on harmony.
If you tell me what you’re after, I will tell you if it’s there.
Please excuse my maddened laughter. It is only ’cause I care.