I wrote this randomly at the spur of the moment.
I think I will call it conflict.
Woe to us for what we have lost.
The vast powerful ocean has turn to frost
Through burning bonfires received at what cost
Oh what we have lost
Blood and endorphins causing us to bicker and rave
What has become of our great enclave
Is this really our claim
O this is a shame
And the blame
No one can justifiably claim
Crying elders they did not heed
In their great time of need
Is this really the result of our Creed
Who is now here to lead
Present as a glistening bead
Here we prance like fools
While the devils shall dance in pools
Are we really big tools
Our inspiration now cools
We acted like mules
Our blood glistened
Yet who really listened
Is this our glorious position
Power getting to one's head
Laden's the best with lead
This hunger can never be fed
But why sit and gloat
While there still is hope
Are we really bound by rope
Doing the right thing is kinda dope
With the wrong intentions you shall not elope
With this we can finally cope
