Gastropod

 

I woke one day and it was Spring

it didn’t change a fucking thing

 

I shot my enemy in the face

another came to take his place

 

I voted twice to stop a war

but still the bombs dropped more and more

 

I sponsored kids in far off places

yet hate and fear still creased their faces

 

I whistle blew to stop unfairness

the truth is though they couldn’t care less

 

So I shut myself behind a door

where nothing matters anymore

 

◄ Abattoir

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