Desecration speeding towards the final destitution
Power rules disciplined by obscene absolution
Kleptocracy proudly running faltering policies
Profiteering from others suffering and their misery

Maintaining control by any means necessary
Groundswell pops anew; it’s plain for all the world to see
If emotions continue to rage, we will witness lunacy
‘Cause everybody’s struggling from being drowned into the depths of their own sea

Maybe some day
Pain and dismay will obliterate
Maybe some day
Joy will display and articulate
Maybe some day
Maybe some day

Religious sloganeering deeply breeds from the hopelessness
Black market profiteering feeding all the more lawlessness
Imperial institutions policing open interests
Seems like nowhere to turn but towards our spiraling destructive end

Popular pious justifications recited for criminal action
Symbolic destruction of normalcy stones to death basic functions
Fragmentation of resistance disrupts attempted moderation
Suffocation by extreme beliefs steals a possible education

Maybe some day
Pain and dismay will obliterate
Maybe some day
Joy will display and articulate
Maybe some day
Maybe some day

Planting prideful flags where refugees mourn and toil
Protection ringing hollow on that dried blood-soaked soil
Structures collapsing as foundations burst and boil
When observant thought persists they pull the veil over; then they recoil

Genocidal repression was once obvious and navigable
Lines were drawn; colors worn; rules were strict and palatable
Now plotlines mashed and blurred, schemed with undetectabes
Time to look slowly, deeper; these hidden strategies are perceptible

Maybe some day
Pain and dismay will obliterate
Maybe some day
Joy will display and articulate
Maybe some day
Maybe some day