Dust

We are dirt
We are hurt
The soldiers march and repeat over
And over, hut hut hut
Training to soften the enemy’s guts
The factory smoke is blown away by a gust
Is it our fault we’re just
Dust

We don’t do everything we should
We say we can’t when of course we could
When lightning strikes we make a fuss
But we really don’t solve the problem
Probably because we are worthless dust

Yes I know things could be worse
I’m just
Reminding everyone of the curse
Our curse of dust