The Signs

The signs Signs of the times echoing like thunder roaring Like a lion pain and devastation cries blowing in the Wind players taking a knee to close to home Violated striped fear broke need to be spoken out loud Mountains of black clouds surround the sky Red blankets cover the wounded white sheets cover the dead Hate has no place to hide but in a sick mind blind to the light The signs of the times predictable how often predicted come true The love will grow cold respect and honor for them self’s and others What we hear and see is long overdue told over and over till blue In the face still we go on not for seen the signs of the times Ignoring as if all is well must go well are we that brainwashed That jousts well-hit home to wake up the nightmare has just begun To hit look around you feel the cold air weather changing patterns People behave problematic what is there to say of the Future of tomorrow will they be a better tomorrow words to ponder There is nothing left to the imagination for all is expose Not tow are alike, not tow are the same, not tow and two make four Not anymore not sure what I am trying to say but it is what it comes To mind