Good News

Good news is not news to you
Not without evil, or pain
Well, watch out before your life
Seeps itself right down the drain
Soon you’ll be a bloodless soul
Bitter tears is all you’ll sweat
Groaning over what you got;
Sad for what you’ll never get
Kvetch, bitch, and complain all day
God forbid Life runs it’s course!
You can’t hope without regret
You don’t dream without remorse
If you only knew your lot
How it stands in space and time
You’d be glad for what you got
You’d see good news ain’t no crime
Amplify trivial events
Just to win the pity game
Shape frustrating incidents
So there’s someone you can blame
Call bearers of all offense
Some banal, derisive name
Hate can make such simple sense:
Those different from you are all the same
No news is good news no more
It’s all part of their grand plan;
Broadcasting «Killers Roam the Streets!»
Helps you fear your fellow man
That way you will never dare
Harvesting a common ground
Joining forces with his flock
Building louder powers with Love’s Sound