MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE
Buildings touching the sky,
Yet millions homeless,
Why? There’s money enough for war,
But million starve What for?
New drugs to bring back smiles,
How come so many die, like flies,
Poverty and pain abound,
There’s hundred all around,
And we call ourselves
Masters of the Universe.
Babies born outside the womb,
Given life inside a tube,
Even walking on the moon,
Trips into space for everyone, coming soon
Machines can talk, some can ever Walk,
Money we’ve got plenty, Gold and Silver too,
May be were Masters of the Universe.
Nuclear bombs so small, no bigger than a ball
Missiles that fly so fast, there’s one to beat the last,
And with arsenals so huge, there’ll be no place to take refuge,
We could have some place
If only everybody didn’t want to become
Masters of the Universe.
