The world is standing there blindly,
no one stops, no one cares.
The world is stuck in sixth gear,
riding the conveyor belts they share.
I see myself in a white room,
standing, facing the television.
The news is twisting and turning,
turning and twisting our vision.
We love our nuclear baby,
we love polluting our cities.
We love to nurture bad behaviors,
we love bombing with no pity.
We love watching the TV,
we love seeing destruction.
We love all the disarray,
we love political eruptions.
Keep on marching,
mindlessly marching,
raise the corporate flags high.
Let them consume you,
while you consume their fast food,
we all have money on our minds.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio