The Waste Land
I battled plenty years, to what is now quite populated with dwellings
Through rattling tears, through the eyes of many who's were swelling
No pieced reached, just many deaths a plenty, blood in humans hand
The wasteland, teach to children, and not understanding mans plan.
Now years have passed, and I’m just a veteran in the house next door.
But in different contrast, the world is fighting itself in its new own war.
Children running about the streets, with no shoes in their bare feet,
Women getting beat, but people choose to help the worlds discrete.
The future of our children’s soul all depends on the action we behold.
But for now, the rumors being told; the wasteland is already exposed.
Slang from gang bangers, holding them back like they’re in chains.
Bullying occurs often, and the victimized kids are being blamed.
Its lame how this world we fought over is now turned to this place.
All of this, its all a problem, and its started to replace the human race.
So this is to all, who love this lovely world, it’s really is a disgrace.
But to me, it will always be, the beloved memory that went to waste.