They say all’s fair in love and war
When tribal factions do ignore
A call for peace to those that strive
Who feel the cold steel of a knife
We’re split apart, divided men
Who chose to put faith in their rule again
My stomach needs for something better
We need shelter from this awful weather
We are controlled by mindless drugs
And on the streets roam hardened thugs
No one cares to give a damn
We are superfluous to their plan
From our tv’s we observe corruption
And the resulting world’s disruption
To make them pay would be our task
Yet our voices muffle behind a mask
© Sean P. Ransom 24/8/2020