Patronizing our morality
We live out lives in pretence and lies.
Our judgment shallow
And receding in wisdom.
Slaves to a system ruled by our fears
Blind to affliction and silent to tears.
Severe addiction to false promises
Prey to a bureaucracy feeding off our dreams.
Divide, rule, **** and procure
Reveling in madness our minds create.

Hard to dream of flush green meadows
Blue skies and quiet days,
Where the songbirds can sing their ode
And daisies are but plastic
That bow to the sun in awe and wonder.
I dream of a day when you and I
Can hold hands rather than rage wars,
Where money is not out ruler
And our morality outweighs the vice,
Where humanity is raised by selfless deeds
And peace is a language of our hearts.