GirlSense and NonSense Fall 2015 | Page 45

My heart hurts when I think of this world

slowly slipping into Satans grasp

And I gasp at the pain

Barbaric insane

Cruel intentions war inventions

Pushing cures not preventions

Perverse degraded

Peace invaded

Life downgraded

Treated like rats

Chased by cats

Fat cats who sell weapons

And start wars with greedy paws

Sharpened claws Who scratch laws

Counting money seeking more

Rotting from the core

No need for the poor

Hiding behind lies

That stifle the cries

You can see it on their face

Plastic grace

Pull the string here's the thing

It's not sincere It's an acts

Pre recorded people pleasing tracks

Empathy is sparse

It's a farce

Each one they wear a mask

A different one for ever task

Then they bask in the glory of their lies

And deceit then repeat

They pull the ground out from your feet

But we are not beat

We are strong and decency is ripe and ready

For the fight

Don't underestimate polite

Love in your soul

The real sort

That which is pure it will empower

It will question every fraction As you stand

and every action you have planned

It will enrich it will endure

It will seep into your core

Peace will sooth your fears

It will soak up all your tears

It will cleanse it will renew

And calm will be with you

It will wrap around your skin

And soak within

And love will win.