The sun can shine bright
But deep inside lives cruelty,
Which can suppress anything temptress
Of this aristocracy state that I long for,
When every good turns into tyranny.
Oh! How I wish, I could help men,
Face life because we are living in hell.
When we uses guns and rage
To control and possess what belongs not to us.
Oh greed, we are playing gods.
We leave our mothers, daughters, brothers, sisters,
Wives and sons to the hands of death;
Whom only smiles, and sings the more the merrier.
Rub his hands together in anticipation
Because he knows more is there to come.
Even Hade fears us, when at night we should pray,
Instead were planning our next attacks.
It not a surprise that a baby’s found in the trash,
Or that people are being hanged in some parts
Of so called justice.
We let ignorance get the best of us, when we sit
And flip channels like children’s counting M & Ms.
But really an actor is only good when he has audience
And we always play the perfect host
Without us, he is nothing.
Like mother Theresa without the poor,
Like the hypocrisy without lies,
Soldiers without battles
Like experiments without theories,
Hitler without the Jews
Bush without the terrorists,
Insecurity without racism,
Fears without love,
Or just men without war,
Just men.