Who Really Controls the World

WHO REALLY CONTROLS THE WORLD? Going up and down Dark and cruel to behold We smile in tears and agony Death smiles scornfully behind The only gift of life is death itself Fears in joyful mood Destruction our humble friend here and there Cry, pains, and suffering faster they match forward In tattered clothes like a kite in a carbonated rotten air. Who truly rules the world? You, me or the presidents and governors in selfishness Or the black mountainous creature sent Down from above in those dark days? Who controls the world, mother? Father, who truly controls the world? When shall we see the true ruler? Our aging minds are bleeding Our world a mess of mess of evil Liquor in kind cruel heart Of the Animal called man War sings in perfection to us in fear Mother, tell me when we shall be free When shall our suffering be over father? Who really controls the world? my children await the answer. (c) JOHN CHIZOBA VINCENT