The Great Divide

We’ve forgotten how to dream Used to think we’d make the world a little better But there were promises to keep And we sat and watched as things just fell apart Thought we’d already won So we turned the other way Now who’s holding the gun We walk along and draw a line To holler at the other side We’ll show the world who’s king Before the young can use their minds We send them off for suicide With something good to sing Now These words are for the weak For the hungry ones compassion and protection For those that no one sees The broken people, man without a voice Space between the have and have-nots Faceless men have taken the lot