Many have heard it told, life's worth its weight in gold.
But then harken onto the masses like cattle to be sold

Playing the fool as they dance the puppets dance.
Aimlessly, without thought, they fly by the seat of their pants.

Till alas, their marionette wires snap.
Till all but one holds them aloft in the puppeteers grasp.

We, the fools, who lop up what they sold as we drool.
tending to “their” needs and shunning our own, not realizing it's cruel.

The puppeteers in power wreak havoc by the hour.
While our peaceful, blissful world darkens and begins to sour.

The children of new, shall harken to you, to learn the truth.
But like a fool, your mouth will drool, as you ship the same lie down the sleuth.

No end to this cycle of foreboding lies and wars.
Till bombs fly off,landing, to scorch mother earth to its core

So to the children of new I say unto you.
Let peace in your heart, and you'll surely see it through.