Cold wars...Genocide...
Slavery of man
Third world poverty...
Multimillionaires
Ma** starvation
but don't be alarmed
That part of the population
Doesn't matter much anyway
Blood drunk like water.
Now no more rain
No more victims for the alter
In the temple of decay
Watch the frightened
Refugee seeking sanctuary
His government wants him dead...
He has no choice.
Old woman in the gutter,
Just barely alive
The crown turns...looks away
They never ask why.
Why are we DISEASED?