The World

Turning on the TV is like an awful glare,
Countries in crisis but noone to care.
There's too many people dying,
Too many orphaned children crying.
Guns and bombs stealing our years,
As the whole world drowns in it's tears.

People on red alert from a danger unseen,
Government in ruins not once has it been clean.
Revolution they cry,
But from polution they die.
Censored to mute,
As they follow the Pied Pipers flute.