This Is Earth

There is a world That we live in A world of war considered by some To others, a citadel of peace A prison of pain A kingdom of beauty Sticks that bless souls with death The evergreen trees dancing to the music of the wind The music, the meadows and hills The buttery yellow lily in the valleys Tell stories of a rapturous society Isn't this world of mine beautiful Men of same blood at conflict with each other While cooking dinner with hypocritical smiles Love seemingly shared only a facade Isn't this world of mine quite mad