Village Ghetto Land

Songwriters
WONDER" STEVIE/BYRD, GARY (1976)

Would you like to go with me

Down my dead end street?
Would you like to come with me
To Village Ghetto Land?
lock their doors
While robbers laugh and steal
Beggars watch and eat their meals
From garbage cans
See the people

Broken glass is everywhere

It's a bloody scene
Killing plagues the citizens
Unless they own police
Children play with rusted cars
Sores cover their hands
Politicians laugh and drink
Drunk to all demands
Families buying dog food now
Starvation roams the streets
Babies die before theY're bom
Infected by the grief

Now some folks say that we should be

Glad for what we have
Tell me unrrld volr he hannv still in 19a<

O Me! O Life!
BY WALT WHITMAN 1819_1892
Leaves ofGrass (1892)

Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring

Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill'd *'ith the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching mysel{ (for who more foolish than L and r*'ho more faithless?)
Of e1'es that vainly crave the light, of the objec* mean, of the stmggle ever renew'd.
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years ofthe rest. with the rest me intertwined,
The question. O me! so sad, recurring-What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer.
That you are here-{kat life exists and identitl'.
That the powerftl play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.