What A Screwed Up World

(I heard Louie Armstrong's " Wonderful World" this evening and felt compelled to author my own version of it. It is sad that the state of he world is in such turmoil that I would be "inspired" to change the words of such a beautiful song. It is with appologies to Satchmo and to his memory that I post my version of his song.)
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What A Screwed Up World

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I see men of greed, big bosses too,

I see 'em steal from me and you;

And I think to myself, what a screwed up world.

I see streets of hate, crowds of whites,

The blacks oppressed ways and dark bloody fights;

And I think to myself, what a screwed up world.

The color of the blood flow

Isn't so pretty on the ground.

It's all about their races

And people going down.

I see friends shakin' fists

Sayin' "I'm gonna kill you."

I hear babies cry, and I pray they'll grow

And learn much more than you and I know

And I think to myself, what a screwed up world.

I see men of the cloth, politicians too

I see 'em collect from me and you;

And I think to myself, it's one screwed up world.

I see throngs of the rich, denying the poor

Their plight is not important any more;

And I think to myself, what a screwed up world.

The color of the blood flow

Isn't so pretty on our hands

And it's also on the faces

Of those in far away lands.

I dream of friends shaking hands

Sayin', "How do you do?"

Prayers sayin', "I love you."

I dream the cryin' babies find a mother's breast

And they'll grow knowing much more than you and me

And I'll think to myself, what a wonderful world.

But for now,

I think to myself, what a screwed up world.

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(Out of respect to Mr. Armstrong, the original lyrics follow.)

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Wonderful World

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I see trees of green, red roses too

I see 'em bloom for me and you

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue, clouds of white

The bright blessed days, and dark sacred nights

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

The colors of the rainbow

Are so pretty in the sky

It's also on the faces

Of people goin' by

I see friends shakin' hands

Sayin', "How do you do?"

Fairies sayin', "I love you,"

I hear babies cry, and I watch 'em grow

They'll learn much more that I'll ever know

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

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