This is the seat they used to use when all the bottles were full of booze
They’re empty now and gathering dust and all the barrels have some rust
The chairs been used, but cannot share exactly who’s been sitting there
Was it Bill or Fred or Jack, there’s no chance they’re coming back
It’s maybe Jill or Ann or Mabel no longer sitting at the table
Glasses smeared with dust and ash the window’s casement not a sash
And through it can I see a view that looks quite old with nothing new
If we stop caring for this place this is what, we’ll have to face
Things all broken, it’s a crime to just ignore the dust and grime.
Pay attention it isn’t fair to leave this scene and just not care
With global warming imminent it’s time to show some good intent
There’s war and threats everywhere it’s time to show we know what’s fair
If we ignore and just dismiss then all the world will look like this
So let us change our behaviour and all become a real saviour
Nicely done. There is a shortage of caring, it's true.
Your words ring so true, we all bury our heads in the sand , sometimes we need a reality check.
We need an inspirational leader, love , peace and harmony should be more of a focus not financial wealth but i'm afraid money makes the world go round