there are crazy whispers in the walls
vocal spatters of things to come
it is all global madness, now
and the doomsayers are having fun

some say it’s the second coming
some say it is a meteorite
some say it’s the end of civilization
some say we ain’t doing the world right

there’s a foul wind a-blowing
empty graffiti warns us of the fall
of the system breaking down
the system can’t protect us all

some say it’s global warming
some say it is immorality
some say it’s human ignorance
and maybe it is you and me

things are a-changing
and we’re all just riding shotgun in the car
we forgot that we have the ability
to be master of our own destiny

we can blame our parents
we can blame the T.V.
we can blame the corruption in the parliament
and say: “It sure ain’t me”

this poem is just a blues song
written in verse
you see we blame the whole world
but the truth is we all have the power to break the curse.

we can blame our parents
we can blame the T.V.
we can blame the corruption in the parliament
and say: “It sure ain’t me”

(c) 2016 Allen Simpson
inspired by mankind and all its excuses.

I wrote it in the style of a song. I even used words like ‘ain’t’ to add o the effect. It would sound nice with some blues singer with shades and a little banjo.

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