Literature
The Name of the Game
What if I cried
For the worlds state?
Would you tell me you'd tried
my heaven, to create?
Tell me the good news
So I can close my eyes
Oh, and tell me it's true
So I can believe the lies.
We kill, we hunt, we maim, we slaughter
Some of us will even rape our own daughter
Do you feel helpless yet?
Are we in a mess yet?
We're not even interested;
We have our creature comforts
Too blind too see society's infested
And this ignorance almost hurts.
We'll just fufill our role
So that things stay the same
We'll do what we're told
It's the name of the game.
Imago Dei, so they say,
And we'll wish our troubles away
But it's not that