You gave us free will
But why nuclear devices?
Do you play games with our lives?
A score of one million to nil!!
Man we're up the creak
And we're not collecting spices
The media's killed the flavour
And here come the chopping knives.
What is our potential for the near future?
No one seems to care, is our time nearly up?
I don't think you have the bottle to be so abrupt!
Many of your representatives appear all too corrupt,
While you what, check up on our graces?
Why are we so dumb and ignorant and hung up on races?
Killing for oil and territorial spaces, while we're hypnotised
By what, white teeth on their evil smiling faces?
Do you take pride in what you have created?
We’re so grateful; your teachings are sidelined,
While the horned goat is consecrated,
They have young children idly worshiping the antithesis of 999,
So my one real question to you, my source...
Do you not feel that the evil must be purged...berated
Back into chaos, obscurity
Expelled by the light of divinity
A place for creativity to flourish, our children to be nourished?
Because into oblivion I sink...I see no serenity.
In the mornings it is the birds in the trees
In the evenings it is children inthe street
Morning drifts to noon
And noon becomes night
Before we can count the fallen leaves of day
I played under trees
Where birds held daily choir rehearsals
And thought nothing of roles or reversals
Turning the pot to clay
The contents spilled every which way
And the curtain hiding us
From the noisy children in the street.
A little span of time
Can do so much to the muttering of dreams
I keep picking up
The shards of my belief
From every fresh invention
Littering my heart with grief ...
Why do the children play in the streets at evening?