Age of Iron
 



Should the human tale
Become nothing more than a tear
Sorrow written quiet
In the dumb mouths of history

Grey within the sunlight
Dark inside the love
All proof to the conscience
We forgot

Where are we now in this grand future
When any child any where, dies of hunger
When medication controls the young
And sends it’s tendrils of disaffection into everyone

Should the human story, be written so
In entertainments celluloid war
Portrayed by the gangsters and bankster of bullet and blood
And marched upon the killing fields of propaganda

Is this us
Is this what we have become

To be governed and guided by the faceless
Bloated egos of wealth and greed
To be made ever less
And forced to live under their duress

Cowering now beneath our willing blindness
While the nameless skin tight skeletons
Beg us
For the mountains of food we store in supermarkets

We weep in the anguish of our souls, in silence
The truth carved among us
While we dedicate the boredom of our discontent
To the next phase of pressing entertainment

Should the human tale
Become nothing more than a tear
Sorrow written quiet
In the dumb mouths of history

We have become the weapons
And the finger trigger pull on them
For nothing more than mindless acquisition
To live in regret, this age of iron

To pass each day and each life
Burying the truth in an evidence of sand
We who lived
We who survived

Did so by the death, of our brother and sisters
Of some far off and foreign land
And out of sight
Became out of mind










By colin mitchell williams

© 2011 colin mitchell williams (All rights reserved)

 

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