The humble folk who bend the knee, to make their
peace with God
From those that bring the harvest in, to those who
turn the sod,
But many who have lost their way, remain outside
the fold
The one’s who seek to rule the world, and they who
worship gold.
With ill contempt they scorn the world, their greed
shall know no bounds
In new lands, and on other shores, new treasures can
be found,
They wake in mansions on the hill, to calculate the
cost
How many young men have to die, how many lives
are lost.
But justice shall be dealt to all, we meet our match
one day
Another nation, not so meek, and armed in every way,
The greed that has enshrined the world, shall meet it’s
limit here
And mothers hug their children close, to hide away the
fear.
The peoples of the world will know, that might does
not mean right
If we transgress this golden rule, then nations surely
fight,
And when the final conflict comes, no drums or flags
unfurled.
Man's yearnings and his lust for gold, will now engulf
the world.
The blackened skeletons of trees, where no more leaves
shall grow
The rivers filled with lifeless beings, and can no longer
flow,
With night that lasts across the world, with no more light
of day
The blackbird shall not sing again, no children left to play.
© Sammichon, 8 months ago
peace with God
From those that bring the harvest in, to those who
turn the sod,
But many who have lost their way, remain outside
the fold
The one’s who seek to rule the world, and they who
worship gold.
With ill contempt they scorn the world, their greed
shall know no bounds
In new lands, and on other shores, new treasures can
be found,
They wake in mansions on the hill, to calculate the
cost
How many young men have to die, how many lives
are lost.
But justice shall be dealt to all, we meet our match
one day
Another nation, not so meek, and armed in every way,
The greed that has enshrined the world, shall meet it’s
limit here
And mothers hug their children close, to hide away the
fear.
The peoples of the world will know, that might does
not mean right
If we transgress this golden rule, then nations surely
fight,
And when the final conflict comes, no drums or flags
unfurled.
Man's yearnings and his lust for gold, will now engulf
the world.
The blackened skeletons of trees, where no more leaves
shall grow
The rivers filled with lifeless beings, and can no longer
flow,
With night that lasts across the world, with no more light
of day
The blackbird shall not sing again, no children left to play.
© Sammichon, 8 months ago