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I can feel the flames, the flames under me.Pushing, burning, burning, thundering.Now’s the time, time to rise.To rise above and feed the flames!Can you hear the cries of the gone?Where have they gone? Why have they gone?People in Africa dying from ebola,And we’re trying to find our names on bottles of cola.Nuclear waste flowing out from FukushimaBrings me back to Hiroshima, and our flag’s in Iwo Jima.Where have we gone so terribly wrong?Where have they gone? Why have they gone?I can feel the flames, the flames under me.Pushing, burning, burning, thundering.Now’s the time, time to rise.To rise above and feed the flames!And what are we concerned with?We treat the rest of the world like a myth,Partying like there’s no tomorrowWhile women in the Middle East are living in sorrow.I sense a huge disconnectFor such a connected world.We need to show more respect,And step back from ourselves and reflect,Stop arguing about whom we electAnd start thinking about what’s morally correctInstead of acting like we’re the selectWhich we’re not.We’re the same as everyone else in the world.They’re our brothers and sisters.We are a family.I can feel the flames, the flames under me.Pushing, burning, burning, thundering.Now’s the time, time to rise.To rise above and feed the flames!