world argument in the afternoon
i see it rise, i see it bloom
men with weapons line the avenues;
the elephants have took the room
and it gets so hot that you can't lift a limb
weighed down by events that reveal when all hope starts to dim.
and it gets so cold when the lights are all out
and the loops in our head are the radio'd military spouts
we must find a shelter from combat instead
of a shot to the neck or a shot to the head...