306 (11.05.2015)

Praise be to those who can be bothered to

Attempt to make the world a better place

The earth will be here after me and you

Have said goodbye and given up our space.

So they try hard and try to just improve

But sometimes there's too much that holds us back

Perhaps the best we do is to remove

Things in us that in others we attack.

So slowly, slow they try to do their best

And gradually we move into the light
A constant wave attempting to suggest
That everything will finally turn out right.
A stone they're rolling up a great big hill,
With heart and sweat and blood and strength of will.