The curve carved by greedy men.
Humanity sold Eden.
In the night, death fills the air:
Smells of arrogance, despair,
Desperation and warfare.
Against the guns, thoughts weaken.
Stumbling, the mind was driven,
Sanity redeemed by pen.
In the heart of the nightmare,
We huddle without a prayer.
Each breath a bold enough dare.
Sunset makes the stakes steepen.
Hunger and vision sharpen
The lights outside this den.
In each heartbeat, we prepare.
Beyond the bombs is somewhere
Our souls long to go out there.