Disbelief-Raised Fist

A new divorce, I want to separate myself From all these endless cold blooded wars. I close my eyes but wherever I turn myself I find another source of no remorse. Moving towards the verge of collapse And I can＇t force you or anyone else to help me to restore. And I despise, when we act like all this came as a surprise And we don＇t see why. The skies filled with bombers. And we have to bear in mind, That children die in the third world because of lies. What a surprise, the suddenness of the crisis demands us all to rise. Disbelief, sadness and guilt. Breaking down everything beautiful we built. And the residents, flooded out of their houses By the thousands as the sky went black. Another conflict is evolving and there is no turning back, We shake our heads in disgust as we see the almost dead people, Keep begging for water and bread. The stealth bomber will find it ＇s way, sneaking up on it＇s pray. It ＇s fairly depressing to conclude, that this is just another bad day. And we have to bear in mind that children die, in the third.