Agony The suffering of the masses They cry of pain and envy Children starve as we gorge ourselves On this feast of indifference We claim we're abandoned As we deny the ones who need us most We have the means to make things right But our comfort comes first For better or for worse We would rather question the divine To soothe our conscience we pass the blame Irony Claiming the helpless should be saved While we hold the power in our fingers Aren't we tired of watching them waste away Will we remain as slaves to contentment Or will we break free We have the means to make things right But our comfort comes first For better or for worse We would rather question the divine To soothe our conscience we pass the blame We call for action as idly we stand by Yet we shake our fists and curse the sky Think of the difference we could make If we took it on ourselves Rather than leaving it to fate Think of the difference we could make If we took it on ourselves Rather than leaving it to fate This reason we' Ve been given We used to justify passivity Instead of complaining Why don't we seize the opportunity