As the world watches,
we destroy our own block,
and I see more riots,
than protests.
Our worst enemies mock us,
at the nothing accomplished,
as we loose our last bit,
of respect.
Fires burn through the night,
as clouds of smoke reach the sky,
and the men and women,
they are screaming.
It\'s a spiritual war.
The real enemy is in the air.
and the people,
are really fighting off demons.
As the fighting, and confussion,
and the stealing rages on,
the anger,
spreads like a sickness.
Still, the hate goes on,
as the days go on,
when the easy cure,
is forgiveness.