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
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