When life's music starts to dwindle.
Whence the hearts and souls divine,
has become to a thieve a mere swindle.
The compassion for others, becomes a crime.
Ignorance is bliss, at the world in which we live.
Innocence is a joke between the callous people.
Hunger is a life from,
that thrives among the uncared for.
Anger, a religion, on which people meditate.
Guns and Tanks, like the churches steeple.
Children are corrupted among respect-less adults.
The elders grieve for the loss
of their once beautiful earth.
Mother nature chokes on the malignancy,
that extorts the warmth of her loving arms.
We turn to find ourselves tucked in a corner.
Alone, with out a scapegoat left to plunder.
No one to pass on the blame too the better the sooner.
We are forced to take on the ominous force,
Be it our consequences are too much to handle?
