Politic This Game Poem by nawalou soprana hypnotica

Politic this game of the new world
Make us suffer and feel insecure
So much troubles and so much suffer
Fear of power
War every where
To stop the world doing injustice is a hard mission
Soldiers of god and benedictions are the cure
So more victims inocents every where
Peace is a past and the future must be bright
Dreams of a paradise but the world is going fast
Regression and savagery
Blood every where
Inocent victimes every where asking the why
The time is running
We should follow the roed