Teachers, screachers, Sunday preachers. Yes they’re all the same. Happy to agree with you if you play their game.
A cold night falls A person calls Troubled with fear Only he can hear For no one else will listen. On the street will he die? Or will he only cry? He knows he is alone talking in a flattened tone. For no one else could care. As he sits and he cries A pain… Continue reading No One Else
Doomed days on the horizon, Fear rises with the sun, The Earth has no resources, We’ve depleted every one. A hole above our heads, In the skin around our world. Our forefathers called it progress, A grim future we’ve been hurled. Build bombs of mass destruction, To kill off every man. Why destroy all life?… Continue reading Fear Rises with the Sun