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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