Playing Politics
Shard And Nyce
Legislation breeds contempt,
You do not have the heart to lead.
"For the people" is your cry,
You cannot tell me how to bleed.
Red ink flows from these veins;
the brink of failure is at stake.
society can and will die in vain,
while humanity just piles over.
Blasphemer saint, you devil's heir,
You shall not tell me to obey.
Dear heart of ice and soul of mud,
You cannot curse your guilt away.
But I have, and to hell I'm glad,
nothing is worth this power I seal.
Hours of mentality outside rehab,
pain among pleasure; what am I?
You fell from Heaven to sordid sand,
Bombed the wastes with jagged glass,
Now turn your eyes from those who die to
Grab the infernal ring of brass.
Red mist across fields of forgotten dreams,
lost souls who fold their lives up like origami.
grass is no longer green, politic-like screams;
solitude happiness is forever buried in our soil.
Black the heart and dead inside
That leads us on to futile sin.
Cheapen life with every year
Campaigning comes before the men.
Elect the dead man as our leader,
watch as he kills our beloved country.
Assassination attempts miss by meters,
looks like we can never be saved.
You stand on pillars of broken stone,
We are not yours to question why.
We shall not stand for this facade,
You will not tell us when to die.