In What World

Here I stand, a man with a simple question, In What World,
Now that is a question that is broad and vague
But let me direct you to what I mean when I say ‘In What World,

In what world do we sit and watch our brothers and sisters
Crying while laying bloody on the ground
Screaming out loud, “Help Me”

We walk by them every day without a passing glance,
Yet when the time comes for pointing hands,
We make our stance clear, “You are the problem, You’re the key for me to succeed in a system that is broken, while you and your family are stuck panhandling and facing my scrutiny”

And so you ask, ‘In What World, and I say “In our world”

In What world do we subject our fellow man to excruciating labor
Whilst saying to them, you aren’t doing your fair share
But at the same time when a wealthy man of a particular flavor
Hands out pocket change, we cry “All’s fair and he cares”

Exploitation and commercialization is the disease that rots our very core,
That turns our fellow Americans into little more than cogs in the machines,
That turns their sweat and blood into the oil
That makes those machines run free

And so you ask, “In What World”, and I say “In Our World”

In what world do we let a woman dying of illness,
Sit idly by due to the inability to afford,
The lifesaving treatment against her own accord
And die in a death that should be pointless

To have a system of saving lives,
Be based on a currency that takes them
That exploits and extorts and strives
To turn their lives into mayhem

And so you ask, “In what world”, and I say “In Our World”

In what world do we allow for a system built on slavery and theft
To be the bedrock of our modern-day nation that is plunged into death
By the very hands of the people that are meant to protect
That will shoot a man on the streets because of willful neglect

The blood of the innocent is on the hands of the state
And its past of genocide left up for debate
While our native comrades are killed and sedated
And those who speak against it, label thugs

And so you ask, “In what world” and I passionately cry “In Our World”

In our world, the powers at be will do everything possible
To keep our world just as is
Will send armies to fight those challenging their capital
And commit acts of horror as if to dismiss

The suffering of Americans at the hands of terrorists,
Nameless and faceless these oppressors take activists
And stuff them into tagless white vans
While claiming “All is right”

And for those who don’t understand
This isn’t some far-off country to reprimand
But the very soil which hosts our terror
The United States of America

But my friends, this world doesn’t have to be ours
We can reclaim the flame of justice and proclaim
“We shall not stand for this unjust power and we will topple this tower,
That blocks the light of the people's blossoming era”

We will fight the might of the titan that seeks to tighten
Its grip on the people which gave it its power
And yell “This is our hour, our time to wear the armor
Shining bright in the spotlight of the new dawns shimmer

And so we cry, In what World do we sit by for death, watch ideally for suffering, turn a blind eye to injustice, and let the big man exploit us
And with a resounding cry, we clarify

Not ours