New World Disorder Poem by Zachary Hoyt

(intro)
the calest on my palms are beginning to rip
the skin on my face is starting to tare
the scars in my heart are opening again
this pain i cannot bear
pouring the blood filled emotions
they rain out on the open ground
and flood wear i lay tonight

(verse 1)
the thing i cant understand
the thing i wont understand
is why we fight
we have nothing to fight for
why does there have to be conflict?
cant we live in harmony?
we will never be in peace
our pride comes before the reason

(verse 2)
the war machine is bellowing through the night
causeing distress and fear, its growing ever so dear
the people who started this fuels its engine
the engine in witch destroys our moral fiber
they ignight our terror, they feed this fear
the screaming is so unbarable
this jugdment day has been going on years
for once your god has shed a tear

(break down)
they took our lives
they took our dreams
drove us out of our homes
they left us with nothing
nothing but an empty shell of disgrace

(verse 3)
the leaders of our world disorder gather
they talk first of there weary travels
they hold a confrence, to settle the black reign
this shall be a new world order, world with out this war

(outro)
the calest on my palms are beginning heal itself
the skin on my face is starting to repare
the scars in my heart are stiched up
this pain i do not bear
is this the end because they say so
or will our pride flood our reasoning?