Jeg fortsætter markeringen af 50-året for What’s Going On lidt endnu.

Dette er nok den sørgeligste sang, jeg kender – ikke mindst fordi også denne tekst af Marvin Gaye kunne være skrevet i 2021.

Mercy, mercy me
Things ain’t what they used to be
Where did all the blue skies go?
Poison is the wind that blows from the north and south and east

Mercy, mercy me
Things ain’t what they used to be
Oil wasted on the ocean and upon our seas
Fish full of mercury

Mercy, mercy me
Things ain’t what they used to be
Radiation under ground and in the sky
Animals and birds who live nearby are dying

Mercy, mercy me
Things ain’t what they used to be
What about this overcrowded land
How much more abuse from man can she stand?