War World

For the first time, she realised life, What it’s all about, really. That sinners are hailed as heroes Whilst angels are kicked to the curb Under all the rubble, From the war torn towns Dropped on our conscience It’s one rule for all, Until wealth and power Intimidate the helpless and fearful Which rises the debate Is the capitalist world we once wished for? Do we actually want to live here? On a planet where we’ve been fed the spew From the power above us. Would socialism be a war or a peace. A piece of mind that we’ll never be accustomed to. We’ll always live in fear until One day, The brave will become the bravest. The bravest. The ones we rely on To be strong enough to rip The halos from the demons And crown the heroes of the war we fight For surviving this long Keeping us alive for just one more day Until maybe not disease or wealth But maybe the helpless Will become the helpful The fearful, the fearless And tell us what we never thought we’d hear. No one knows.