Leaders high on power
Threaten war to pass the time.
They call us the criminals,
But they’re the ones who did the crime.
Laughing with their billions,
Gilding halls of their delight,
While the rest of us alone and hungry,
Cower, cold, in the night.
They fuel a rabid nationalism
And goad young men to hate.
They promise glory for our land,
But cloak our murky fate.
Compassion, won’t you touch men’s hearts?
Clarity, open their eyes.
Before all falls to chaotic hell,
Before the last hope dies.
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