The World Isn`t Fair

When Karl Marx was a boy he took a hard look around He saw people were starving all over the place while others were painting the town The public spirited boy became a public spirited man So he worked very hard and he read everything until he came up with a plan There'll be no exploitation of the worker or his kin No discrimination 'cause of the color of your skin No more private property It would not be allowed No one could rise too high No one could sink too low or go under completely like some we all know If Marx were living today he'd be rolling around in his grave And if I had him here in my mansion on the hill I'd tell him a story t'would give his old heart a chill It's something that happened to me I'd say, Karl I recently stumbled into a new family with two little children in school where all little children should be I went to the orientation All the young mommies were there