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.
Copyright © Gabby Dichello | Year Posted 2016
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