The Culture

I want good news on a bad day. Wake up, turn on the news and it's someone At a round desk, in a bright suit with fiery orange hair. Like I imagined while running in the woods, living a good day, And even when lost I feel at peace. But the culture proves the opposite, bad news haunting our bad days. Wars, assaults, victims, latest way to get addicted with eyes glued! "Oh, you need not make this choice for your body or self, let me - let us - do it for you." More people, eyes opened, more change. The hated on "Outlaws" you oppose. They're not like you, so Prideful, you so Awful. Awful man, People who can't wait to get their greasy hands all over other's' lives. News on the latest new thing, Out with the old importance. In with the new, leaving silent misfortune. As humans, can we ever let it go? Don't we have the power to just stop? All the bad makes me want to scream. If we want peace, if we want it steady, why start a war? We keep praying to God, But the relatively little things we can help ourselves. Bit by bit, Making it better. LISTENER, What do you want to change in this world? // How will you try to change it?