my hope

The war is old the war is new
the war is just our attitude
capitalism and cultures vie
warriors and innocents die
the world spins on and on
listening to our odd song
depending on machines to toil
our lives are running on oil
for greener pastures we dream
to overcome this nightmare scene
so we hope as only we humans can
still my kindred we are without plan
although the darkness does loom
something awaits us besides doom
or such is what I tell my heart
to keep it from being torn apart
please let their be something for humanity
aside from this cruel destructive calamity