Marooned on a distant land,
Caught in between water and sand,
Murmurs of soft lost souls creep by untold,
The world I live in seems to fold,
I am Lost.
Soldiers that march into battle,
The villages of innocent people rattled,
Fighting a war that cannot be won,
We stand idle looking down the barrel of a gun,
I am in Despair.
Televisions that broadcast blood, influence none,
The truth is never told, yet as we grow old,
Logic comes to light, children dead in a night,
We sit in between mad men and politicians,
Dragged, spat on and humiliated.
I am Dead.
Sounds of joy and words of harmony,
Awake in a new world that looks like home,
Shrouded by shadows of light that echo insanity,
Weird yet comforting noises, colored chrome.