Grind

The rumble, a cacophony of broken dreams
an orchestra of stuttered screams
the grind of gears, the crushing, pounding, pulsing fears
those tears, oh so many tears as the heart rips over shredded years

The matching feet of the marching machine
those crashing beats of the war drum as it gleams
bright red the oil that greases, the papers dripping with lies
to feed the diseased evil minds, the populace just sighs

The rust coloured, dust covered, history books
shredded to hide the stories that teach us so much
the belt keeps turning, the cogs keep twisting
as the sandpaper grinds, the past lessons are missing

The hum of evil, a stench of death, takes away the breath
to see the news spread, the words that many take to their breasts
the lies that inspire the world to fire, a blaze sustained
by the desire of money and power, not noble endeavour just lies by the hour

The sound like thunder, all men must be daring
the guns they are blaring, flashing bright and glaring
under the banner of a war for peace, the piece of mind will never be clear
whilst we keep fighting that which we fear

Thanks for reading,

Peace & Love.

Kyle.