Guitarmeggeddon

From the Lifesmith Group album, "Trifling."

Turbulent circles of impending doom
Rifle thru the smoke that fills my room
Conflicting ideals that echo hate and distrust
A fragile blue pearl seems destined to rust.

Ambitions embroiled in self-holied fight
Twisted perception that might makes right
Wickedly planning the destruction of hordes
A karmic meltdown that no one can afford.

Can anyone judge the goodness of war?
A titan’s vengeance on a monster afar?
Does a threat perceived justify a kill?
Does God guarantee the sanctity of will?

The little people never know the truth of this
We banter and chatter, we cheer and we hiss
In boardrooms and palaces, our fate is assigned
To clandestine agendas of our elected behinds.

So rail if you can against injustice and pain
And scream disapproval if it’s not for our gain
Praise not for Allah, our purely sapient toil
Your duty is Human, not for nation or oil.