The world is full of constant sorrow
Darkest hours.and the longing,
Politicians creating climates of fear
Releasing pain across the land.
The world is full of inquisitors
Poking daily against reason,
Hearts of darkness, chords of division
Emissaries of death, hovering over misery.
The world is full of conspirators
Malignant forces that do not discriminate
Killing hope, releasing unfriendly fire
Condemning and intimidating all in reach.
The world is full of vultures
Devouring and masticating,
Preying on us, with deadly intent
Feasting persistently without regret,
The world is full of waves washing over
Dragging us down, lower than we've ever fallen,
Into dungeons of time that does not cease
Deeper and further into the abyss,.
The world is full of walls of indifference
Mirrors of illusion, enabling complicit voices,
Tyranny and oppression, that brutalize and dehumanise
Crushing and delivering weights of burden.
The world despite all this is full of love
Those that are tired never give up their struggle,
To a war that never ends, will never ever surrender
Continue resisting creating a new world.
The world is still full of seeds of reason
Ever flowering, augmenting our deepest wounds,
Fruitful pastures, stemming the flood of tears
Beyond hurtful paradigm, healing balms to share.
