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'' Is Wrong, It's Uncouth ''
Is living in peace,
An impossible dream,
It's all alive we fleece,
It would make you scream.
We are never content,
Unless we are fighting,
Our reasons are bent,
World wrongs we are righting.
Why can't we talk,
Is it we are scared?
If our minds we unlock,
Lives can be spared.
The civilised being,
Is a myth it's a lie,
We're not all-seeing,
We watch innocents die.
There are evil forces,
Outnumbered by good,
Yet internal sources,
With the bad they collude.
For purely self-gain,
They turn on the charms,
They do deal in pain,
There's money in arms.
Both brutal and cruel,
They become ever stronger,
Over genocide they rule,
We won't last much longer.
While we sit back,
Innocents are dying,
They are under attack,
Their rights we're denying.
While they're being destroyed,
Out our platitudes pour,
Their pleas we avoid,
Their cries we ignore.
The United Nations,
Promised a new dawn,
With shaky foundations,
It's time they were gone.
This fact is vital,
So, let's face the truth,
To claim the civilised title,
' Is Wrong And Uncouth '
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`` Is Wrong, It`s Uncouth ``
`` Is Wrong, It`s Uncouth ``
