I hear the same old sound of people groaning,
Same old cries of cruel death and mourning,
Mingled with the sounds of joy and scorn,
Words of hope for troubled souls forlorn.
I hear sweet words of unity and peace,
Voices of affliction and disease;
Wails of pain in genocidal wars,
Dismal echoes of enslaving laws;
Songs of faith, equality and love,
Well-embraced by Heaven high above;
I hear of better times with liberty,
Prosperity without disparity;
Mad extremists uttering savage cries,
Committed to Democracy’s demise.
Are these what life is really all about?
Oh, Weary Ear and Ever-Restless Mouth!