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Michael Jackson
| What about sunrise What about rain What about all the things That you said we were to gain.. . What about killing fields Is there a time What about all the things That you said was yours and mine... Did you ever stop to notice All the blood we've shed before Did you ever stop to notice The crying Earth the weeping shores? Aaaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaaah What have we done to the world Look what we've done What about all the peace That you pledge your only son... What about flowering fields Is there a time What about all the dreams That you said was yours and mine... Did you ever stop to notice All the children dead from war Did you ever stop to notice The crying Earth the weeping shores Aaaaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaaaah I used to dream I used to glance beyond the stars Now I don't know where we are Although I know we've drifted far Aaaaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaaaaah | Hey, what about yesterday (What about us) What about the seas (What about us) The heavens are falling down (What about us) I can't even breathe (What about us) What about the bleeding Earth (What about us) Can't we feel its wounds (What about us) What about nature's worth (ooo,ooo) It's our planet's womb (What about us) What about animals (What about it) We've turned kingdoms to dust (What about us) What about elephants (What about us) Have we lost their trust (What about us) What about crying whales (What about us) We're ravaging the seas (What about us) What about forest trails (ooo, ooo) Burnt despite our pleas (What about us) What about the holy land (What about it) Torn apart by creed (What about us) What about the common man (What about us) Can't we set him free (What about us) What about children dying (What about us) Can't you hear them cry (What about us) Where did we go wrong (ooo, ooo) Someone tell me why (What about us) What about babies (What about it) What about the days (What about us) What about all their joy (What about us) What about the man (What about us) What about the crying man (What about us) What about Abraham (What was us) What about death again (ooo, ooo) Do we give a damn? |
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Há dois finais para o que vemos ao redor. I.º O fim feio e doloroso, asfixiante e horrendo. Este é o produzido pelo poder do avanço e progresso do homem ilimitado sobre o limitado ambiente, se bem que visto assim como limitado ambiente somente diante do desproporcional movimento do homem sobre o meio ambiente. Vejamos o corte de uma árvore frente ao tempo que tem o vegetal para crescer. E ainda assim há musgos pioneiros que crescem em húmidas pedras.
II.º O fim natural e misterioso, o colapso, o mero apagar da luz. Pode ser o bafo do sol, ou os gases do núcleo, pode ser o vómito dos mares e os cabelos del aire. Mas uma coisa é certa, professor, o fim sempre acontece. Eu hoje tenho uma indignação tão grande com o ser humano dito organizado, ainda mais quando não cumpridor do bem-fazer intelectual, desde as leis que não existem aos dizeres de desimportâncias actuais, que não acredito ser capaz, o homem finalizar a natureza externa. Quando digo intelecto entra em contexto o acto de agir sobre temas, de forma primária inicial, contínua e inovadora. Por isso não deixemos de fazer o que nos cabe fazer, que sejam sempre coisas boas.
Acredito assim, acima de tudo, no mistério e força da vida, porque o fim natural é belo e muito maior, grandioso e esplêndido que as próprias destruições do homem em sí.
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