This World of Dread I don’t want the world to end, not without my piece But who cares what I want, wonders do not cease I have always dreamt of a wide, bright wonderful world With violence and hate abounding, that future was hurled Doesn’t anyone want peace; hope for future generations Doesn’t anyone seek optimism; love, joy, and their creations Is it all about money, or perhaps about obtaining more power Will people destroy all of mankind, just to be King for an hour Maybe before the end, people will ponder about are looming fate Maybe we will all find the answer; wouldn’t that just be great al brown