A new poem/song I wrote last night.

[wiccanmistress]

Here it is........(I haven't come up with a title for it yet)

What manner of mayhem is this,
       It's so hard to read the signs,
       The numbers are all against us,
       Though we haven't done the crime,
       Now we try to fix it,
       And we're running out of time

(chorus)
There's so much negative out there,
Greedy people gathering power and wealth,
It's so hard to see the good things,
Even in myself,
Seems everything is going wrong,
This world is quickly turning to hell.

What kind of Chaos is this,
That we have created, so blind,
Though we progress,we fall behind,despite us,
The planets burden of mankind,
Our future silently suffers,
While politicians say "it's fine",

What disgusting destruction is this,
That we have left behind,
Wars to solve our problems,
Causing deaths for solutions by design,
No way to escape it,
The prophecy of our kind

(bridge)
There's got to be a way to exist,
Where peace isn't just a way to say goodbye,
There's got to be some hope for tomorrow,
Or it's doom for all mankind,
Stop living your life so blind,
It's doom for all mankind.

I know it may seem a little apocalyptic...but that's where my head's at right now.