What is a world
Ruled by men
Old as hell
They don't have to live
With their mistakes
I can tell
Almost senile and sick
They make decision
They are tired and bored
With no vision
They don't have to
Live with it
They don't live the doom
Don't have to clean up
They will die
Quite soon
It is the young
Who should rule
They have a wisdom
For a better world
They have feelings
They have souls
They see further
They make goals
Putin, Biden, Boris
And more
Are they thinking future
Or is it
Just oue de couture
They have no future
Their lives is at the end
They only see
The next election
The next game
With them ruling
The world will
Be the same
So let the young in
They still have a will
To change the world
And don't fight and kill
About the Creator
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