Remove our debts
Cry the people of the world
Is it the cries aren’t loud enough
Or the dead ears stronger
Deafened by too many guns
Where most of the money still goes
To an ancient Egyptian mind-set
When the people long for a new Greece
Forced to work against their own purposes
And rescind their power
Building the pyramids of kings
O people of the world
Beauty is with us
Time to move on
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