For some nightmares haunt them while they sleep
While they lie in a blanketed heap.
For others they are haunted every day
By demons that don't flee form the suns ray.
Some suffer familial abuse
And desire to give up, and that there is no use.
Some see no escape
From the endless rape.
Some give in to rage
In this violent age.
Death is a step away
We live day by fearful day.
But who cars?
The ones, through blacked screens, who give curious stars?
No, tragedy is profit
Hell's fire is lit.
"Yes we'll fix the problem, now take this t-shirt and mug."
Says the ones who, on the deaths of innocents, make a buck.
Do you think anyone's eyes are open?
That anything will change because of the promises of false men?
No, lies only breed false hope
And we'll die by that gallows rope.
Insanity surrounds use
And we still stab ourselves with weapons of rust.
All we ever do is fight each other
Mother against father, sister against brother.
We've blinded ourselves with politics
And we'll have to cross the river Styx.
Sincerely,
Sigmund Creed
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