The World

I'm sick of the world and it's short comings
I'm sick of the words and there killings
We pass it of as it was nothing but banter
But banter leads to resentment as we see it as levanter

We are slowly killing  others
Ever know we should be sisters and brothers

I'm tired of the world it's not the world that's wrong it's the people in it
In the end what will we be some profanity writ

So what's the point to this game
When there's only false blame
So there's no United flame
In the end there will be no one to play the game

Finally my frustrations burst
It's like a ever lasting  thrust
It's tearing up the earth's krust
Yet we always have little trust
As we nearly all are drivin by some sort of lust
So we all look to the all elusive stardust
But we might as well be looking at sawdust

All we care about as a race is money
As a result it's never sunny
They can see we are just confused as large a bunny
This world is no longer funny


I'm am sick of this world and all its wrong doing
All we do is trouble brewing
But how to  we get to that sanctuary we are pursuing
Maybe probably isn't for viewing