Mucha Gente

He will grab onto the raft
On the other shore they swore him freedom
Dying drowned doesn't matter anymore
His life in exchange for a possibility

What does the trash matter
If it doesn't splash me
What does it matter if there are wasps
If they don't sting me

What does it matter if in the world
Wounds don't heal
If in my house I always have the fire burning

That on this ball of earth
There, there, there
There are many people, but few individuals
Many doors, but no one looks out
Much ego, and very little patience
We all want to fix everything with violence

Many people, but few individuals
Many doors, but no one looks out
Much ego, and very little patience
We all want to fix everything with violence

And when I turn on the TV
There are eyes looking at me with pain
Curious black child
Who asks me why I eat bread and he doesn't

And why do I have so much water, and he doesn't
And why do I have medicine, and he doesn't
And I have blankets to cover myself, and he doesn't
And I have a roof for the rain, and he doesn't
And he doesn't, and he doesn't

That on this ball of earth
There, there, there
There are many people, but few individuals
Many doors, but no one looks out
Much ego, and very little patience
We all want to fix everything with violence

There are many people, but few individuals
Many doors, but no one looks out
Much ego, and very little patience
We all want to fix everything with violence

And a little plane, and a bombing
And the one who shapes only moves a finger
Strength wins and no, not reason
None fix anything and both cause pain
Pain, but you stay calm brother, nothing happens, stay comfortable and seated on your sofa while there is an excess of pain in the world

There are many people, but few individuals
Many doors, but no one looks out
Much ego, and very little patience
We all want to fix everything with violence

Many people, but very few individuals
Many doors, but no one looks out
Much ego, and very little patience
We all want to fix everything with violence

Many people, but very few individuals
Many doors, but no one looks out
Much fear, and very little shame
We all want to fix everything with violence