The world might hear your sorrow
However
Ones pleas
Become
Lost on
Collective screams
For those that never see tomorrow
War
Starvation
Deforestation
What are you fighting for?
Rivers run red and seep
Into the roots
Of nearby trees
Earth herself weeps
In creeps
Melodies of the flute
As the people gather
Traditionally
As ignorance leads
The parade
Followed by
Population of careless disease
And conductors create
Comforting illusions
Peak behind silk screens
Unveil the blood soaked blade
