All ears glued to the national screen
Only to hear a single man speak
The one to scheme a new dream
for the masses, a solution we seek.

A result that leaves our worries constrained
and not on the qui vive, an unstained
reputation is not achieved by these means.
The conclusion is printed on the big screens.

No matter how loud the one speaks
Many will critique, for the fate of the weak
should not be a decision, but rather a vision
carefully crafted with precision and little collision.

However I know this is not easily achieved,
but this charade that we perceive is believed.
Most know we are deceived, we are not relieved by this,
but rather bereaved because they receive our pleas.
But yet the top choose how our nation is conceived.

All it takes is one push

A push can start a revolution
Eyes gleaming at the shock before oneself
A battered town once filled with life
A lively neighborhood destroyed in spite
Our leaders chose to fight but I ask
myself if it's going to be alright
Debris from a fallen merry go round
Rusting effortlessly in the ground

One push can change a life
One motion, one action decided on behalf
of those we elect to take action
But I wonder, what entitles these people to choose on our behalf
While those who oppose stand strongly at our door.
Forcing young families with battered bones out of their homes.
Tears flown unto those who were less fortunate
Weeps and prayers pass through the sky but nobody hears

One action is what put us here.
A single organism grown into a civilization where
someone decides what's best for us.
We all come from the same home but those
who own more have little time to deal with the poor.
We fight their wars.
We lose their battles.
All for what, some more change
in their already deep pockets?

One movement can flip a perspective.
How would they feel on the front lines?
I think it's their time to suffer the bruises, heartbreak,
and the spoils of the wars we fight for them.

As we mourn on the battlefield they laugh to the bank.
The rich don't fight for their life,
they are unaware of the cold steel of a knife
sending shivers down the spine and
the aftershock shaking the poor souls of their family.
They direct us toward the edge of what they want,
like drones fighting for what they think is right.

And we endure
But we suffer another night of restless sleep
pushing me to the brink of that atrocious sight.
Over and over, the innocent brain
projecting the horrific images of that dreadful night.
And I cry
Knowing, watching myself unable to help

One choice made me see
How the hate of 2 countries can turn
2 total strangers into mortal enemies
The ghastly grin cowers on their face
as he screamed for them to stop
Blood dripping down his war-torn combat boots
The dog tags drowned in a crimson tide
his entire identity cast aside into
An endless blank stare as he stops moving
Dragging his feet along the gravel where he met his ultimate fate

When when things seem to go up
They come back and spiral down

In search of someone to love
Is a tough path to endure

Someone to sew the patches
Someone to fill the void
Someone to **** the sadness
But what I get is people I should avoid

Someone to hold me
when things get rough
Someone to talk to
When my life gets tough

Someone I could bring home
and show off to Mom
Someone I can come back to
When my feelings are numb

I want someone to love me
Not someone to hurt me
Is that too much to ask?