There are some, who'd change the planet. Those more humble, change themselves. Of ourselves, we have some knowledge. We know little of the rest. We can try to change what's local, Which are things of which we know. Let the locals settle issues, As they know those issues best.
There is madness in the workplace, there is madness in the home.
Our children grow demented and our elders lose their minds.
And is this from calamity that Nature wrought – or war?
It's us. We live in darkness, for we've shuttered all the blinds.
There is madness in our cities, and in places near and far.
We follow basest instincts – so a virtue is a vice.
And is this by an order that was given from above?
It's us. We've turned so horrid, we've forgotten to be nice.
The positions that we're placed in, where there's little room for love,
Situations in the workplace, and the pressures on our kids,
They're the things that make for madness. We are running in a herd,
And the ones who aren't running, they may end up in the skids.
So the soldiers in their battles, who will fight and die unheard,
They will slay the ones they're fighting, and will rarely question why.
They are following their orders and have lives that are at stake,
For the one, who ceases fighting, will be likeliest to die.
Are there exits from this madness? Can we say, “It's a mistake!”?
Can the workers slow from working? Can the soldiers cease to fight?
I do not know the answers to these questions, but I know,
That until we get the answers, we will never see the light.
So I'm asking you these questions, and I will not take a “No! I do not wish to answer. We are helpless in this game.”
For your life and mine are in it – and the children's, who are next.
If we do not ask or answer, then we know who is to blame.
For we each may do our duties, mind our business, not be vexed,
But the things that are unraveled, they won't ravel of themselves.
If we do not know the answers, we should seek for answers, or
The children will be saying that we only thought of selves.
******* Let me pause awhile for breathing. Should I rage against what's crazed Till I drive myself to madness And I leave you all enraged? Let us pause to breathe -- and slowly. Can we right the local wrongs? I shall leave you now to ponder -- Are we free -- or are we caged?