The Hex

There is a hex upon the human soul, Which turns our greatest gifts to coal. It has smothered these lands with deceit, And trying to cleanse it is no easy feat. We're enwrapped in crooked policies, Hearing our leaders false prophecies. Taught to mindlessly listen and obey, While the greed of men has its day. A world divided by lines unseen, Streets littered with the words of the unclean. In orbit but spinning out of control, Seven billion people that I must console.