In centuries (more or less), when all is dead and gone,

Who will be there to care about anything we've done?

Who will care what wars we've fought

Over how much (whatever) we've got?

Who will care about battles won?

About whether or not people should have guns?

Who will care about lines drawn in the dirt by long-dead governments?

About men making a dollar for every woman's seventy-seven cents?

Who will care about the suffering of gays?

The torture that they went through to "cure" them of their ways?

Who will care about the beggars with not a penny to their name?

About rallies, Sl*t Walks, about the patricarchy and victim shame?

Who will care that Trump's the fourty-fifth?

In the distant future, democracy might be a myth,

Equality might be a farce,

Civility's just a little sparse.

Who are we to argue over trivial matters,

When in centuries (more or less), humanity's in tatters?