Another bomb came down, in a ghost town
Another tower erased, stories of stories untold
Another cry in distress, another lie in the press
Welcome to the circus.
Who can still enjoy food, friends, light
When lightning has struck so many lives?
Powers remain desperately silent
Blinded by the game, blinded by the fame.
Turning a blind eye is easier
Than questioning their own beliefs
The sugar-coated vision they fight for
The mythical utopia they live for.
To cry, to scream or to ignore
Which survival mechanism to go for?
Guilty conscience, innocent hands
Empty conscience, bloody hands.
Our world, our responsibility
Choose your battle, but I want them all
If we can fight it, I want in
If this is our future, I don’t want it.
Photo credit: @ugurgallen