The lyric battle: evening versus dawn, destruction versus correction

EVE OF DESTRUCTION vs DAWN OF CORRECTION

The eastern world, it is exploding
The western world has a common dedication
Violence flarin’, bullets loadin’
To keep free people from Red domination
You’re old enough to kill, but not for votin’
And maybe you can't vote, boy, but man your battle stations
You don’t believe in war, but what’s that gun you’re totin’
And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin’
Or there'll be no need for votin' in future generations

But you tell me over and over and over again, my friend
So over and over again, you keep sayin' it's the end
Ah, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction.
But I say you're wrong, we're just on the dawn of correction

Don’t you understand what I’m tryin’ to say
Can’t you feel the fears I’m feelin’ today?
There are buttons to push in two mighty nations
If the button is pushed, there’s no runnin’ away
But who's crazy enough to risk annihilation?
There’ll be no one to save, with the world in a grave
The buttons are there to ensure negotiation
Take a look around ya boy, it's bound to scare ya boy
So don't be afraid, boy, it's our only salvation

Yeah, my blood’s so mad feels like coagulatin’
I’m sitting here just contemplatin’
I can’t twist the truth, it knows no regulation.
Handful of senators don’t pass legislation
And marches alone can’t bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin’
You tell me that marches won't bring integration
But look what it's done for the voter registration
Be thankful our country allows demonstrations
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin’
Instead of condemnin', make some recommendations
I don't understand the cause of your aggravation
You mean to tell me, boy, it's not a better situation?

Think of all the hate there is in Red China
You missed all the good in your evaluation
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
What about the things that deserve commendation?
You may leave here for 4 days in space
Where there once was no cure, there's vaccination
But when you return, it’s the same old place
Where there once was a desert, there's vegetation
The poundin’ of the drums, the pride and disgrace
Self-government's replacing colonization
You can bury your dead, but don’t leave a trace
What about the Peace Corp. organization?
Hate your next-door neighbor, but don’t forget to say grace
Don't forget the work of the United Nations