For We Know…

The world spins with dirty fervor
And humans writhe in the mud
Blood is spilled, and wrath is poured
Sons hold guns up to the heads of their fathers
Daughters cry aloud with angry voices
Opposing their mothers, and the world that brought them up
Humanity spins with dirty lust
Abusing God's holy trust
The poets sob in quiet words
And whisper to themselves; how have we sunk so low?
While the rest of the people shout in loud exclamations
"We're the best, we'll kill the rest"
Always coming to blows

Ask us, the quiet children
Ask us, the ones who know
We hide in the corners, in the hallways and closets
We stay out of the spotlight, afraid to say
What we know; that the world spins on
And men sink low
Ask us, we'll tell, for we know, we know