Planes penetrate the concrete
Television preachers telling me to donate more
They scream: ‘If YOU refuse
you’ll be Babylon’s whore’
Wall street’s crashing
Greed sends everything spiralling down
Black Monday till the next Monday
till the next Monday
What goes around comes around
In the Middle East grows an atomic beast
End it before it goes down
Can’t see the kingdom in yeast
or the glory in a child’s frown
Sometimes love is not enough
It’s given away to the ones
screaming the worse stuff
Sometimes I get pulled under
gasping for air
Coming up back again
to find you’re not there
This world is a strange beast
what did you say about seeing the kingdom in yeast?
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