Who's working on the wrong.

What's wrong with thing's today can't seem to see things right in front of me.

What's wrong with you make a list and it may go away. 

Wrong who decides that anyway. 

The law  that changes but can't cover all possibilities and circumstances. 

The hatred that fires the gun. 
The judgmental, that phone static in the system. 

The people who think they know better. 

The self confessed failures and hopeless case. 

The nonsense they tell the human race. 

We are all one people we are all under the stars, as rubbish floats in space. 

Is any mad scientist working on the wrong. 

A modern Einstein to de plastic the ocean. 

It's not sorted just postponed. 

Wrong they are quick to say that you are wrong, the things you say, do, believe, achieve, raise, argue.  

Way too many points of view. 

But me I know this much is true I'm not going to feel guilty for losing or loving you my home planet earth. 

I'm just sorry that my kind wasn't kind on you. 

The damage we do to those who are found wrong, to be wrong doers. 

The righteous snobbery of any who look down at thee. 

And what's worse than that curiosity still kills the cat.