why?

why criticise, when you can empathise?
sympathise, recognise, not terrorise.
why judge what you don't understand?
a land is waiting for your eyes to look
upon its landscapes, learn its heartaches,
why not save what you could break? Remake
yourself before you find my flaws, their flaws.
they opened up their doors so you could see their light,
but you saw night, and in your blindness thought there was
a need to fight, forgot that you're not always right.
the slight you felt was words misspelt.
cultures ill translated, led to hatred.
war is dated yesterday, lets make a change and make
tomorrow violen ce-free. Our memories are
long enough, strong enough, we know the cost
the lives we lost, just to prove that you were boss.
why can't we open up our hands, make plans that don't involve
our bombs? time is long but maybe not forgiving of the lives we're living.
No ones giving anything unless there's something in it for themselves.
the well of hope does not run dry and so although I want to cry,
I try to see the world can be a place where everyone is free,
a place where murder's no solution, where money isn't absolution,
a place where every child can play, and know no bombs will fall today.