Wonders - The Dandelion War

planes are penetrating a cryptic night

and the moon’s light is shining bright

the tremble of the ground fiercely emits

the roars of forced fate and faint wit

the soil smells like abandoned ash

a secret hidden in the rich man’s cache

the sky is dressed in combat fashion

its aura forged by ember’s passion

the night is bringing end to life

and making morning devil’s wife

and now counterfeit wonders of stolen time

are graciously escorted by the hand of crime

surely there is an end to this senseless story

because there is never a champion in grisly glory

still, there is optimism approaching forever

in the peace that our trusting children endeavor

and so we allow our missiles to soar

at the expense of the vulnerable and the poor

our hearts are shadowed by fear

yet through the barrel of a gun

hope to deliver democracy

our hearts are shadowed by fear

all 'good' here is insincere

and we are left bearing

the guilt for everything