Social Disease

The world is,
The way the world is,
Simply, because...
What we did...
What was...
Done.
(The way we let the course run.)

Now, it's up to,
Every man, woman and kid,
To come through.
To do.
(It's up to you.)

The social disease,
Most apt to displease,
Ain't what they caught,
Nor what they've got,
Rather... what they're not.

Now, it's up to,
Every man, woman and kid,
To come through.
To do.
Or, help undo,
A mistake...
Or, two...
In fact, a few.
So, whatever it will take

The social disease,
Most apt to displease,
Ain't what we caught,
Nor what we've got,
Rather... what we're not.