Others madness
I say we've entered oblivion
Have we become addicted
Facing starvation of love
Seeking pleasure or drugs
To avoid reflection
Have we condemned every generation
Rising levels of violence
Have we become numb
From the abortions
The ease of crime
The fear of bullies
The violence of catastrophes
The constant war
What if we are broken
By the paths taken
What if were are the forsaken
And our generation chosen
To be the victims
With bodies of scars
Is it war or is conquest
Do we fight for honor
Or the spoils of the war chest
Do we liberate the slaves
Free the oppressed
Do we fail the test
When we kill for of oil
What if our lives were more
Than pursuit of pleasure
And desire for more than toil
How many would be so broken
If we all refused to use our bodies
To inflict pain, to extract revenge
To complete the cycle
What if we made it disgusting
To emulate the bad actors
Who kill for pleasure
Who are addicted to pain
Who decide revenge
Is akin to a game
But my fear is simple
Perhaps they can't help but pull the trigger
Or launch the missiles, or drop bombs
Because it is all that they know
Failing higher goals and earning utter shame
