Bored by the same old rhetoric.
Can’t we just move on?
War for land, fire for greed, kill to warn, I hate this creed!
Over and over this cycle repeats.
Contempt has become like a currency.
Buy it now and buy it large,
Stock it up then cash in later and watch the discharge.
Scorch all land, deny supplies, slaughter civilians, there is no line!
Yammering sphincter one and all.
Claiming none of you have any control.
If its true then pass the flame.
Cause you are clearly beyond being called inept and lame.
None of us want to watch this madness.
Everyone, with a conscience, filled with sadness.
Children dying for their ancestors bickering.
Have any of you considered somehow fixing…
Any of that which has been broken so long?
Of course not you are stuck in the past but won’t let it lie.
Is all this bloodshed worth an eye for an eye?
Cause if you do it too long you’ll all go blind.
And I’d say that happened back along time.
Its why you are fumbling like a drunken calf.
With a head full of idiotic vitriol barf.
Devoid of sense as you continue your march.
There will be no victor in this childish farce.
Bored by the same old rhetoric.
Can’t we just move on?
War for land, fire for greed, kill to warn, I hate this creed!
Scorch all land, deny supplies, slaughter civilians, there is no line!
Simon A Jackson - Writer 