fauxcroft

There’s wars raging

And there’s genocide,

And innocent children die

And people do not do enough

Caught up in propaganda lies,

There is always enough money

To fight their fucking wars,

But there’s never enough

To feed the fucking poor,

There are people living on the street

There are those dying in third world countries,

But there is no money to help them

But they can always find the cash

For guns and bombs and nuclear weapons,

There’s never enough to save the planet

But enough to find a planet B,

And make no mistake my friends

If found, they won’t take you or me,

They’d leave us in the ruins

Of the dilapidated towns and cities,

And the fucked up societies

That they created because of their desire for greed.