The Fall Of Man
Power man yields to change the course
Of War, Famine, disease, remorse
Yet beneath these things spelled out
Is pride with greed, not felt about
The price of oil is just the start
Of many things, the one large part
That keeps us warm but yet so cold
Is this resource with it's choke hold
The price of food and medicine
Both needed to feed and fend
Hunger, disease, mans survival
The cost of life, medieval, tribal
The price of war that knows no end
Pray tell why don't we comprehend
That war is not the answer to
Resolving what we need to do
Intelligence, insanity
Is how man lives where vanity
Becomes the source of mans refuge
Life's ransom stupid and huge
Imagine if we use our mind
To serve and save all mankind
Imagine if there was no self
In selfishness would there be wealth?
I'm sure we'd be all rich today
In health and life no need to pay
Through the nose or seven pounds
Of flesh this thought not out of bounds
Although prayers of mine fall short
Upon deaf ears we won't abort
This write, this plea, a call to man
To wake and change our path so damned
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