I turn my head to the sky

from high above the clouds,
they can still see the crowds,
and i know why they weep,
why they suffer nightmares when they sleep.
their boss gave us this world and look what weve done,
created a society where money dictates who has fun.
more people concerned with the science of finance,
than courtship, love and the art of romance.

It was the last angel that came to earth who saw,
in every continent some kinda dispute or war.
more and more worldwide unrest,
humanity becoming globally stressed,
emotions, even simple feeling,
overshadowed by drug dealing.

we are gifted with so much capacity for passion,
but place more attention on material fashion.
the worlds most powerful man is a dickhead warmonger,
who doesnt give a fuck about 3rd world hunger,
only currency, pounds, yen and dollars,
he has a gang of fools wearing dog collars,
who are told what to say,what to think, what to do,
we need a global king, someone just, moral and new,
who cares,
about trying to make a world that shares,
the huge treasure of resources that exist,
not for long though if the capitalist machine is allowed to persist.

sometimes i look at the world and i think its no wonder,
that instead of just tears, we hear more thunder,
the anger, the growl ofrom a divine source,
who one day may well exert all its force,
to restart the human experiment thats gone really bad,
leaving its creator increasingly sad.