It was quote,
Drenched in hope,
A shot in the dark,
Aiming to hang sorrow
From the balconies
With a thin rope.

And when the suits,
With polished shoes,
Came to rain glitter
On the blood stained carpets
In the carnival
With their ties loose.

They'd cut the band,
Then shake hands,
The world only interested
In their practiced smile,
And their toothpaste brand.

Then the screens are black,
Faces turn their backs,
Kids eating the confetti
Like a plate of meat,
Little did they know
The real food is in the banks.

And we repeat the quote,
Believe in peace and hope,
What's a little blood
If your kid hurt mine,
I'll punch him in the nose.

And we pay tickets to cry,
To watch fictional characters die,
If we're such fans of tragedies,
Why don't we watch the world,
Or what's left of it,
Every child's request denied.

A place with a broken spine,
A receding lifeline,
A bare primitive earth
Shepherds with cell phones,
Their sheep almost extinct,
While they play Piano Tiles.