the rub

For centuries crusaders have set out to change the world And make it better for all the boys and girls And time after time like clockwork they crumble in the dust Their noble ideas fall apart and turn into rust The problem here is that nothing is really perfect What's your perfect is not mine And mine is not yours This one eats meat that to that one's taboo Neither is right and neither is wrong So how can they get along The world has many hues A little black and a little white But it's mostly a foggy gray and we must muddle through WE are all in one boat and we each have an oar We are all trying to get to the same shore If we don't pull together the boat just spins around The boat fills with water and we will all drown The trick to perfect in this world Is to tolerate what's imperfect to you Accept it as different and being just that Not better, not worse And don't make it a lame excuse To kill or rape or persecute Facts seem hard to come by But it's where we have to start Intolerance and disrespect just throw us off the mark So let's keep it simple ,it's a place we can start Pain is pain and should be stopped Hunger is hunger and should be fed Cold is cold and should be clothed Thirst is thirst, lips should be wet Let's start with this and work our way down opinions crooked path Understand we won't agree on all that comes to pass Because you cannot be intolerant of intolerance If you want to reach the end If you are intolerant To what seems intolerant to you No matter how noble your pursuit You are then just another racist And that my friend is the rub If you want to change the world