How much is enough?
I mean seriously
Just how much is too much?
When you’re taking stock of “stuff”
When will you be satisfied?
You can see through the smooth and the rough
When you’re adding up all you have
How much is fucking enough?
What would it take you to stop?
And look into hungry eyes
What would make you feel their pain?
Pay heed, and want to stop their cries?
Just how much more will it take?
To maintain your cloudless skies?
When will you feel able
To turn from capitalist lies?
The World out there is burning
Your wealth fed by the fire
Every Dollar a child’s life
But your ears deaf to the screams
Bottom line justifies any cause
Personal greed still reigns
The waking World’s selfish desire
To achieve the American Dream
I look out and despair
The World just passes by
Never a single care
And no-one stops to question why
Soul, it seems, a handicap
As heart learns to deny
Blindness is a virtue
In this World that just wont try
Drink in the light
Drink it in while feeling things are alright
Without the ties
The ties of a lifetime’s lies to bind you tight
But knowing it’s taken all of your might
Knowing it’s earned
Makes it all the more bright
Raising a smile
A smile to remember sweet delight
Mirrored on the inside
To keep the light within, fighting off the night
My thoughts are with Paris
But I’m not going to pray
There is no magic man listening out
For any words I can say
I’m not going to fawn to belief
In a God who refuses to act
Who stands by watching innocents die
Then demands praise after the fact
I will not bend my knee
In deference to your grace
When the only time I see you
Is when you’re spitting in my face
In Paris, people lay dying
And many turned their face to you
Then trip over themselves to justify
The nothing you chose to do
People die in God’s names
And that will never end
Until the day we awake and see
This God? He’s not your friend
What friend would take the things you love?
What friend would leave you in that hole?
What friend would leave you there to die?
What friend would claim your eternal soul?
We forever take the credit for good
And lay it at God’s feet
Yet all the bad that happens?
We blame on faith’s defeat
It’s men who get to decide
Which people live and die
To pass the blame to an unseen God
Is nothing but a lie
It’s a brave man who turns from his faith
And into truth, deeply delves
To find, we are the heaven and hell on this Earth
We are the Gods ourselves
The blood soaked battlefields
Nourished by the life that our young men did bleed
Exploding into bloom, a blazing red
Enriched by the loss of our brightest young seed
A brighter red than any other bloom
But fleeting, and gone all too fast
Symbolic of life in it’s own demise
A token of hope to remember those who passed
Each flower a face
Wide open and fresh, no tracks of any tears
With a gentle nod remember
Keep their memory alive across the misty years
Sacrifices made, prices paid
Lives used as currency to honour a debt
Those lost, husbands, fathers and sons
A cost too high, we must never forget