Attacking every idea,
scaring the freedom away.
No love in idealism.
Reality is a sham.

The aggressive town of hate,
looming in the darkness,
everyone hides in the shadows.
No love on the corner of real and fake.

No one there to take the pain away.
Pinpoint the shame,
breathe in the waste.

Look at the pain,
and the world will look the other way.

War is the new fame.
Religion now breeds hate.
Peace is no longer a memento of love
only a stamp imbedded in our minds.

Washed up on the shore
of cynicism is a new generation
of onlookers.

Our hearts are swallowed by hate,
this generation is falling apart.
Our minds compensate for time
by staring at screens that waste it.

Hooked, we are fish on a line.
Hate bursts at its seams.

Wars pop up on maps with pins of hostility.

Taking our freedom for granted,
we all think our roots are planted.