View of a drop

How the tear drops of weeping mankind view the present world.

War everywhere" weeps mankind
conflict brews as we blink each second
where pride gained, and money played
words obsessed with hypocrisy being shouted
the poor being isolated in the corner
faith and belief, all in a confused heart

Blood and struggle, all we can hear
pistols and shots, all that we fear
some hearts delighted,
when ones heart broken
might they not know,
that dust is what they are
crawling for air, in this ugly fair

They say God has sent them
not every soul be dead like them
It will rain, the fire will journey
back to their raising grounds
Now who am I you ask?
I'm the drop towards the blaze
In the eye of a dazed face.