Lyric discussion by Kmeverett 

I watched a documentary on the Genocide in Rwanda in 1994 tonight. On my walk home from campus I hit the shuffle button on my Ipod and this song came on. I had never made an effort to analyze the song beyond personal meaning until tonight. After viewing the screening of a 2 hour documentary that offered an aesthetic insight to the brutality that occurred during the 100 days of Genocide in Rwanda. PBS Frontline exposed how domestic politics in the U.S and other major western powers stood in the way of any sufficient mobilization of troops for an intervention. We shit the bed (Regardless of what happened in Somalia)

While you make pretty speeches I'm being cut to shreds You feed me to the lions A delicate balance

And this just feels like spinning plates I'm living in cloud cuckoo land And this just feels like spinning plates My body's floating down the muddy river

The song was written in response to Rwanda, but it certainly can be applied to it. The inequality gap that separates the modern world from the other 60% who live on less than 2 dollars a day is reality. Equality is a Utopian idea that will never be achieved, people will always be exploited.

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