Etched To The Bone

Etched To The Bone

My mind spins
From the chaos echoing
From the choir
Disaster of faith
In the fabric of man
Can the deluge
Grow even higher?

When will it stop?
When will the end begin?
The pain that I am feeling
Is in need of a pill that can win.

Factions in every corner
Spewing the ill
Of the coming way
Offering nothing in return
But explaining
How we will righteously pay

Bleed for the children
For they know not
What it is
Tomorrow’s growing darkness
Is the inheritance to be given?
What in the morning
Will they say?

Oh what sadness
Is being etched into the bone
For generations to come
This ailing condition
Will call it: home!