To this world:
A song by Phil Ochs -
show me a prison, show me a jail
show me a prisoner whose face is growin’ pale
and I’ll show you a young man with many reasons why
and there but for fortune, may go you or I
show me an alley, show me a train
show me a hobo who sleeps out in the rain
and I’ll show you a young man with many reasons why
and there but for fortune, may go you or I
show me the whiskey stains on the floor
show me a drunken man as he stumbles out the door
and I’ll show you a young man with many reasons why
and there but for fortune, may go you or I
show me the country where the bombs had to fall
show me the ruins of the buildings once so tall
and I’ll show you a young land with so many reasons why
and there but for fortune, may go you or I, or I