Such may be the way for some hundreds
of years
Until along someone comes with the
vision to see
Some sense in changing; some way things
should be.
From unrest to upheaval’s the journey
of change,
Until someone with vision gets restless
again.
Then nothing is set and nothing is
steady.
You look always ahead and you're always
unready.
Who's satisfied? Who believes the
world and its people are good
Until we decide things are close to
being what they should?
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