The graveyard of forgotten sorrows

Spreads in the shadow of doubt

Ashes coat the living, blood soaks the ground soft

 
The unborn innocents of tomorrow

Mourn in their neglected vaults

Hatred forms their coffins that are lined with folly and faults.

 
The preachers of love, long gone

Their words twisted for wrong

Love turned into loathing, smiles into a bitter song

 
The sorry remnants of past glory

Justifying a servitude to this farce

Information aplenty, wisdom sadly scarce

 
The lefts and rights on each extreme

Grasping a centre made of straws

No more in betweens, no more saving laws

 
Boundaries marked in battles

That have no winners at all

Just scrubbed and manicured heroes that rise and quickly fall

 
The mechanism of greed rolls along

Unhindered in its might

The juggernaut that crushes, blocks every speck of light

 
And I know this rant of a verse

Will be another wasted call in a void

Yet the silly heart yearns for peace, one for which millions toiled