What’s going on

War is not the answer.

If Marvin was alive now, wow
What would I say to him?
Where could I start?
How could I explain to him?
I know the minor world would probably look strange to him
Would he feel like today had a place for him?
Global imprisonment, sickness, indifference
When he said, ‘Save the babies, ‘ was we listenin’?
When he said, ‘Mercy, mercy, ‘ did he really know
That decades later we’d still be killin’ folks?
Or did he hope that we would realize
That we the first, the son of Earth
The moon and stars, the great beyond
We black and proud, we brave and strong
We raise it up, we quiet storm, forever fresh
And keepin’ on