Disillusionment

I was so frustrated that I wrote not a poem, but a lyric, "Disillusionment". I don't know how many people will agree with me, but I'm thinking of making a CD, selling it by hand, and donating all the proceeds to Doctors Without Borders. I don't think it would be the kind of music you would listen to at home, lyrics like this.

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This world is nothing but disappointment
Dance the dance of disillusionment
Disillusioned with my inability to do anything
Disillusioned with a world that has not changed

This world is nothing but disappointment
Dancing the waltz of disillusionment
Disillusioned with my pretense of turning a blind eye
Disillusioned with a world that cannot be changed

Has it begun again? Has it begun again?
Don't destroy the house, don't destroy the hospital
I hear the children crying
The women are soaring to the heavens

Has it begun again? Has it started again?
Piles of rubble and dead children, damn it... ♪♪

Now that I've written it, I must do it. Before I wrote these lyrics, I read this haiku.

　Winter winds, rock 'n' roll are dying

But it seems that "rock 'n' roll" and "punk" barely survived in my mind. And I feel bad about what they are doing. Stop the bombing!