Is this a joke to you?
This is life for some,
Your privileged little life
Could never muster the
Hardship, Heartbreak
And Heinous atrocities
Of this world.

Bombs dropped on whole
Cities,
Mother and child buried beneath
Dust and stone.
So drop more bombs
And bomb your issues away.
Bomb Bomb Bomb
And go.

Pray for this
Pray for that
Our foundation we
Slayed for that.
Crusades, inquisition
The list goes
On &
On &
On

And it does nothing
But breed indecision.
(Lobotomy)
It does nothing but hold an
Incision.
Into the core of our morality,
We've been reduced nothing but brutality.

In your microcosm
You'll never see
The truth that lay
Beyond the Sea.

I just Pray
One day where we're war free,
Or even one where more
Are free.
Don't you see?

Even here divided beyond
Divisions realm,
And we allowed Hate to lead
The helm.

Callous Brutality,
A cancer of reality
Or simply just a symtom
And we are action.