Far across the water sits a little Chinese man, who has his own ideas of life's most desired plan.
On the other side of the ocean is yet another guy, whose plan doesn't agree with a Chinese minds eye.
Petty is their game but they just don't see it so, and so they push each other in a destructive to and fro'.
Two school boys being bullies is the policy that they choose, Both belligerent and stubborn, both determined not to lose.
Surely they must see that the other guy wont ever give in. Preferring total destruction over allowing the other guy to "win".
They cant see that neither side will ever accept to give, Both intent to destroy it all than allow us all to live.
All can see it coming but no one dares make a sound, until the mark of mankind's passing is just craters in the ground.
Xi Jinping... Donald Trump... for **** sake... grown up. The world is reliant on you guys being sane and sensible. You must know there is only one place the road you are currently following leads. Losing for everyone isn't the right course. Reach out a hand and change the future.
I went crazy I did feral little dances I acted in ways most betraying of my previous social stance
but there were others a multitude it was the fault of the moon we are weak and...
Mr. Moon The Whey-faced Satellite has drawn deck of our cowered population
on this full beaming night this Friday the anaemic loon quaker is a menace
it lugs ******* the minds most creative
it moulds imagination and felonious thought where previous their dwelled only a shopping list
it skims hostile cream from the fragile and kissed wetter still the most eager berserker
a dance of madness tups open the houses pucks at our activities plucks strings that fire our kinetic clatter and scuppers any will to resist
Human species take the streets in corrosive numbers A Party like this shall make a dent A Party like this shall be a fist in Our Story Hosted by the Moon here I am in the mix prancing like some zany goof
I seek what I’ve learned but failed to understand Celebrating this nothingness, oblivious to my heart Expectation creates pressure that elevates my fear Reality sets me free or so they made me believe I walk along this thread, no ends on both sides Balancing this lunacy with outbreaks so calm I carry these words, no longer they are mine What more can I do, to make them satisfied