Rolling Dice
Options have restricted choices.
I hear the chaos in desperate voices.
Prayers for the world to get a fix,
so they fast from six to six.
Yet there evil ways everlasting,
starvation in the cloak of fasting.
Considering the sweat and pain
that has clearly been in vain
Of those that gave their life as a base
for the world to become a better place,
It robs me of my sleep
and leaves me to weep.
Even at its might and civil,
The world still remains evil.
Ourselves, we keep deceiving.
The ugly truth, I do believe in.
Man has sunk deeply into corruption
so bad he thinks there is no other option.
Is he actually right?
Or is there still need to fight?
I will stay up till sunrise
watching this rolling dice.
