Nowhere Here

This day and age, oblivious,

we tumble along borders.

Weapons sold, by none of us,

Democracy gave orders.

While trees go down,

and earth does frown,

growing hot with anger,

tanks tinker turmoil.

Players take,

scorched fields all dry,

remnants of manslaughter.

No need to cry -

go for monopoly on water.

Oh Europe young, Zeus comes for you, bullheaded from beyonder

if you survive – in freedom too – it can be classed a wonder.

For human hands don't interfere where money flows abundant.

So cruel its ways, so clean the coin, resistance long redundant.

Where humans wake up, long for love,

War lurks around the corner.

„Now is the time, subdue them all,

strike fear, and then march forward.

When folk is gone, then peace will come, when no one rules the ruler.“

While forests burn, we lay the cards,

and muse and watch, the whole and parts,

discuss, indulging in our arts,

such things like gaming, gender and diversity,

see morals as perversity.

Should and shouldn't, both long done,

and still we long for virtue.

Ideals lost, refund long due,

for business rules the day-life.

„Whatever works“, in love and war,

the latter being profits drive.

A cultures treasure of millenia,

weighs hundred bombs, look Syria.

Now nuclear goes classified

as green and sustainable,

the fitting bombs, ecstasified,

wait for their own new label.

Some even say that's what we voted,

For real? The same old faces.

Steadily occupied, far from fresh hands,

all the deciding places.

The tower rules, till it comes down,

I wonder, will I see it?

A new days dawn, where wrong is wrong,

and saying so is legit.