The drums sound
The pitter patter
Of shattered
Nations facing
Other nations
Splitting humanity
For sinister ambitions
For political position
People push
War for
Financial gain
Waving symbols
And lies in our face
While they race to the bank
Children race to face
Starvation and death
The pigs can’t seem
To help themselves
And refuse to help anyone else
So we wallow in their sty
Sit, cry, and watched loved ones die
While they take their swollen bellies
To the bank to collect our jelly