Spread like semantics
No hope in the centerpiece
Of society
Locked up in cold bars
The room closed for bards
Gloves to shut out the sting
Icy touch with an unfinished flair
We're all stuck on feeling
Angels can't come down
To save the world from each other
Paranoia runs rampant
What happened to savory flavors?
Did our taste run dry?
Hot summer days couldn't burn
Through the tension in the air
The angels close the gates
Left out to our own fates
Yet there's nothing to discern
Searching for a hero
Hence why we see so much
Peacetime around lunch
No negatives only a zero
Our path is undecided
So let's walk forward
Not torn apart
But locked in compassion