I tune in to the insanity
of the world around me.
A true beacon of profanity
where nothing’s meant to be.

Illusive thoughts rage all around,
painting picture of destruction.
For the lost wisdom may never be found
and nothing is in chaos’ obstruction.

Painfully I move forward in time,
switching between anxious and neutral.
Things won’t be just fine,
‘cause there’ll always be a funeral.

I stand and speak to the masses.
proclaiming freedom and liberation.
For until this crisis passes,
there will be no new foundation.

All is lost in bloody revolution.
Lives mean nothing to the fanatics.
There is no ultimate resolution
to the true chaos of politics.