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                Is it any wonder
   That the world is filled with pain,
     When man sets aside its beauty,
         For his own material gain?

                 Is it any wonder
      That lover's hearts grow dim,
   When they do not hold in honor,
      The love that's found within?

                 Is it any wonder
         That the homeless often fail,
When they're forced out of house and home
               To seek another trail?

                 Is it any wonder
That nature falls to ruin and rubble,
    Because we drain it thoughtlessly,
           Allowing it to crumble?

                 Is it any wonder
           That children go astray,
    Because we did not take the time,
      To show them the proper way?

                 Is it any wonder
         That evil's strong and bold,
     When we can't see any goodness,
     And we let our hearts grow cold?

                  Is it any wonder
           Racism thrives,my friend,
      When we cannot see the people,
          Just the color of his skin?

                  Is it any wonder
        That friendships die and fade,
         When we forget the reasons,
          Why they first were made?

                  Is it any wonder
    There's so much grief and sorrow,
     That we don't even seem to care,
     What will take place tomorrow?

                 Is it any wonder
     We see no value in our brothers,
And we hold ourselfs too far above,
        The many needs of others?

                 Is it any wonder
            Our world is like it is,
       When all we do is grumble,
        And no action do we give?

                 Is it any wonder
       Our world has been polluted,
       When we allow our industries,
          To strip it and permute it?

                 Is it any wonder
   We wait in fear of Judgement Day,
       When we do the things we do,
       Then forget the way to pray?

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