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.
Copyright © Klio Tsitsikroni | Year Posted 2023
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