Diseased

Cold wars...Genocide...

Slavery of man

Third world poverty...

Multimillionaires

Mass starvation

But don't be alarmed

That part of the population

Doesn't matter much anyway

Blood drunk like water

Now no more rain

No more victims for the alter

In the temple of decay

Watch the frightened

Refugee seeking sanctuary

His government wants him dead...

He has no choice

Old woman in the gutter

Just barely alive

The crown turns...looks away

They never ask why

Why are we DISEASED?