A Knife's Edge Draws Blood

Dangers plague the rebellious world in which we live Too much greed and vengeance. Too few willing to forgive It's a never-ending war cry of accuse, fight, and repeat We’re all walking along a knife's edge with bloodied feet It's nation vs. nation, brother against brother; combative. Everyone is power hungry to become king of the hill Stepping upon each other as if we're bodies in a landfill We're teetering for balance before tumbling from a cliff Why doesn't anyone ask the right question— "What If?" What if arbitrary wars rage on in the minds of men until— What if no one felt the urgent need to survive and succeed and what if peace were to prevail when it's been decreed? Would it be possible that we've achieved a Gandhian escape, or would wily wolves be disguised in a sheepskin serape? Some refuse to surrender even when near death they bleed Mankind is blind not to realize the havoc it's been wreaking Instead of aggression, it's serenity we should be seeking But I fear this selfish world will not ever be of one accord until the day when a human hand no longer raises a sword Shame on those immoral leaders for the lies they're speaking Death seeks a steep ransom, always demanding we pay more So, when it raps loudly, don't be in a hurry to open your door Don't risk your life falling from the height of a cliff's ledge Some live dangerously but that's a bet no one should hedge Walking on a knife's edge leaves bloody footprints on the floor