Conflicted, nuclear weapons of mass dysfunction.
Caught in a world of endless pain.
Saturated by war torn countries in my brain.
I see the faces in the street, their limbs torn off by their defeat.
Will you hold them in your arms as they cry?
Will you hold them in your arms and watch them die?
Is it worth it? For your power and greed, will you watch by and not see them free?
Is it your son? Your daughter in the field?
Innocent victims of political agendas and blind eyes turned to pain?
Open up your eyes! He’s screaming in the streets.
My children are dying, my children are crying, how can you even sleep, at night in your cosy rose coloured glasses homes?
Deceived by the pride of your hearts of relentless tos and frows of lifes a to z, ticking off your boxes of this makes me a success, while wrinkled worn out faces pick up rubbish from the gutters, trying to make something to sell to feed their brothers. Have you seen them beg? Have you seen the desperate silent screams in their eyes that say, father forgive them for withholding your love from me, may they see me, may they see you through me, may they see, please make them see.