Obsession With Gore

Sick of violence coming to the fore.
Clearly humanity has an obsession with gore.
Pin identity upon conquest.
I could say no more and we’d all know the rest.

Self-destructive, sabotaging madness.
Sealed off morality in shattered glass houses.
Too fixated on carving a rotten legacy.
Marking a place out in history.
Continuing a cycle rather than birthing a future of peace.

Happiness does not fuel the machine.
It runs only on tears and fragments of dreams.
Swallowing whole innocence and joy.
Claiming the lives of man, woman, girl and boy.

Self-destructive, sabotaging madness.
Sealed off morality in shattered glass houses.
Too fixated on carving a rotten legacy.
Marking a place out in history.
Continuing a cycle rather than birthing a future of peace.

Bloody sheets married with acrid air.
Stench in our lungs will drive us spare.
Is there remorse in this world of shame?
No, there is only another delivering of pain.
Wrenching and tearing until hope dies.
You’ll know it by the anguished cries.
Every time they ring I know a little more is lost.
Apparently sense has a sky high cost.
That is why so few care to buy.
Wait no, its just that its easier to lie.
So when you offer excuses don’t think they are swallowed.
Like all your other bullshit they sound awfully hollow.

Self-destructive, sabotaging madness.
Sealed off morality in shattered glass houses.
Too fixated on carving a rotten legacy.
Marking a place out in history.
Continuing a cycle rather than birthing a future of peace and equality.