Toxic Crop

when all the bullets have sewn their toxic crop 

when all the cannons have fired and the bombs all been dropped

tell me when this never-ending war will stop

will we take a break from taking lives when enough people die

gotta give peace it's time, but you gotta make your own mind up

i'm not asking for utopia 

i'm not begging just to differ

i've been tasked by my conscience 

to do more than keep an upper lip stiff or

drift from romance to romance

or play the prince's pauper dance

a paper trance we all fall down

listen and justice will call out

while real heroes die for the crime of speakin' truth

whistleblowers locked and lowered by the kings with guns and bombs and loot 

little secrets leaked by keepers, i hope they never get caught 

while the naked emperor lies like lies are all the sense that he's got

i'm not saying i got answers

but the questions need asking

what can be gained from mortal pain 

on this mortal plane we keep blasting 

hospitals and homes blown by drones flown

by the heroes countin' zeroes down from tuitions they owe

looking for an out through the orders they follow

flying flags over borders, more propaganda to swallow 

i'm feeling hollow hearing news that again we abuse these tools

tax dollar theft, can't catch our breath, too busy drowning in debt

another scandal I can't handle, tell me are we great again yet