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Mister World [Song]


Uploaded by Edward Spencer

MISTER WORLD
By Natasha Wilson

Recession, over population,
Political exploitation, repression of conversation
Mental delusion, moral dissipation,
Material illusion, cultural and racial segregation.

Oh, Mister World, have pity on poor man
Try and behold his life of frustration
Get to understand, a hungry man is an angry man
Social revolution is the only solution for this civilization.

The helpless exist under duress
In the fight for wealth and success, the jobless in utter distress
In a world like this, there is no forgiveness
Mostly greediness, selfishness, injustice and craziness.

Oh, Mister World, have pity on poor man
Try and behold his life of frustration
Get to understand, a hungry man is an angry man
Social revolution is the only solution for this civilization.

Detainment, unlawful arraignment,
Argument and disagreement, accident and disappointment
Crime and punishment, violent excitement
Sums up discontentment, detriment to guilty and innocent.

Oh, Mister World, have mercy on poor man
Try and behold his tears of frustration
Get to understand, a hungry man is an angry man
Social reconstruction is the only salvation for the new generation.

Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are often transcribed directly from performances. Although it is my intention to faithfully transcribe I do not get all the words and I have a knack for hearing the wrong thing. Please feel free to correct me or to fill in the words that I miss by dropping me a message via e-mail. I'd be forever grateful. Thanks in advance! ..............................................................................................................................


A Note From The Gull

Thank you, Natasha Wilson. Pondering the imponderable. Some of us live with the hope that before we leave this life, we will answer at least one of the big questions, even if only to our own satisfaction. In the mean time, we do whatever we can to sow and grow kindness and to ward off despair by holding high and triumphantly the glad tidings that good does persist.

"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare