World War Some More
Hate watching the news ,
Gives me the blues
Every channel says the same
Each one passing the blame
What I see
In all that be
Dark days ahead
All the hate the news have fed
So many hearts filled with hate
War is now our fate
Too late
Cannot turn back
Time is on the attack
Too many people
Turning their backs on the steeple
Population control at its best
Let us make war
Kill some more
Kill them all
Watch them fall
Words so easily offend
Rules were made to bend
Pillage the earth some more
Scrape him off the floor
Life is not worth a thing
What happiness did wealth bring
Knowledge of the past
We threw away so fast
Did not want the memories to last
So on we go
No Knowledge to show
We blindly seek the end
I see so much
My minds out of touch
The world will fight
Fires burn at night
Hearts filled with fright.
Watching the world gone mad
My heart is sad
Many torched
The earth scorched
Nowhere safe land nor sea
No place is free
What I see
No food, hunger rules next to Fear
Death is near
People hiding beneath the bridges
Bombs dropping over them ridges
Is it day or night
This forever fight
Hard to find the light
Dirty faces all look the same
To them this is not a game
No end in sight
To this world, life is the fight
It can't be real
No room to feel
Fate
Hate
Are we to late
Copyright © William P. Harris | Year Posted 2023
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