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APATHETIC DISCONTENT
Right or wrong has no place
But on the stage of social grace
To this we bow and shield our face
Like all the others of our race
Habit is an old friend of mine
He can really blow your mind
How I wish he were blind and deaf
Cause I’m old habit’s mentor till death
Apathetic discontent
Twas not what was meant
Rise up and be heard
For you have the last word
No influence control over life
Surely breeds unrest and strife
Attitudes of destructive intent
Prolongs frustrated malcontent
Tomorrow brings another day
To sit and think of what we may
Are we the ones who bring dismay
That destroys the essence of today
Apathetic discontent
Twas not what was meant
Rise up and be heard
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