Crossfire
Distraught, I feel When I see a violent world around, Where love, happiness seem to be A thing of the past, Where present stands for Battles, Bloodshed Where innocent lives are not cared for, But are slaughtered like they are animals. Every corner of the worls fights for freedom, If not by peaceful means then by means of trigger, Nothing happens Just talks and exchanges, While political leaders live inside a peaceful environ The common man stays out losing his abode to the battle. What else can a common man do? If not just be a mute spectator, Will his voice be heard? Nowhere can it be heard for everywhere the higher-ups are busy arguing for whom is best.