my, oh my, this foolish world

soap opera drama stuck in its twirl

yep, a dose of character surgery

a happy day for the world-weary

witless souls living the daymare

obsessed sheeple laissez-faire

the world fed up with charades

and wishy-washy masquerades

day by day we struggle to cope

but never will we give up hope

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“Blowin’ In The Wind”

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, and how many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they’re forever banned?

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind

Yes, and how many years can a mountain exist
Before it’s washed to the sea?
Yes, and how many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free?
Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn’t see?

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind

Yes, and how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, and how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, and how many deaths will it take ’til he knows
That too many people have died?

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind

Writer(s): Dylan Bob

© Eugenia Hoffman

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