I Dread To Read the Headlines

I dread to read the headlines They are so filled with strife The tyranny and trauma Has touched on every life. What is it with us humans We think we are supreme We are but a corpuscle It makes me want to scream. We entertain the bull that’s plastered on the screen We don’t need to be tolerant this Borders on obscene. They’re constantly painting pictures of things you must believe There is a power struggle Like none you’ve ever seen. The west and east are at it The far left and the right The colour card is flashing red It’s time to get off pitch This power hungry game they’re playing Democracy is fraying Innocents they’re slaying The devil is the puppeteer his pulling all the strings Yet they think they are kings. The trumpet call is coming. With it the mighty horn And Gods word and promise Will remove from Earth this thorn.