An unknown reason
Is not for every season
There is no need to cover in paint
Just to seem like a saint

The whole world is one
But some are tired & done
United we be
But they can not see

A world of good is barely there
This is something I can't bear
From East to West
All I see is unrest

A land born from blood
War & violence at a stand
They say we misunderstood
But how they never offered to lend a hand

Surrounded by darkness
In a land I could once proudly call my own
Though I must confess
This was a sight which was truly unknown