A Stroll Down History’s Lane
History's timeless trick: it rhymes, but(t) nobody listens.
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[Verse 1] Let’s take a stroll down history’s lane Where power thrived but truth was slain Look at the Inquisition’s fiery grip Burning lives with a righteous lip And Stalin’s purge, so cold, so cruel Millions lost to a paranoid rule Then there’s Hiroshima, skies set ablaze They said it would end the war’s cruel days [Chorus] What don’t we get about right and wrong? Could we learn it from a simple song? What makes us think, what makes us trust That means don’t matter when ends are just? Oh, what don’t we see, what don’t we understand? History’s lesson is close at hand [Instrumental Interlude] (Gypsy guitar with a soulful flair) [Verse 2] Apartheid’s chains in South Africa’s land A legacy carved by a ruthless hand They said it was for order’s sake But left a trail of hearts that break And the Great Leap Forward, Mao’s great plan Left fields of famine across the land The Salem witch trials, the innocent blamed Hysteria stoked, and lives were maimed [Chorus] What don’t we get about right and wrong? Could we learn it from a simple song? What makes us think, what makes us trust That means don’t matter when ends are just? Oh, what don’t we see, what don’t we understand? History’s lesson is close at hand [Outro] So here’s the truth, in verses clear The means define the path, my dear Let’s learn at last, let’s sing along Maybe we’ll find the right in a simple song