The world is very tired,
All she wants is to show all her beauty,
But instead all that is heard,
Are shots being fired.
She did not create this Earth,
For cutting off heads.
These poor young boys and girls,
who will never make it back,
To their nice warm beds.
She watches as her ground,
Her flowers, her creation,
Are torn to pieces by more then one nation.
We've already over-populated,
This sad mothers surface,
She tried to warn us,
But we've ignored her purpose.
Now we drop bombs,
Wherever we feel,
Doesn't matter what's below or who's below,
It's all part of the ordeal.
These groups run around,
Killing dozens of people,
While other idiotic groups,
Fight under a church steeple.
The one little soul that mama used to carry,
Was shot on the way home from school,
And is now the one she must bury.
We are taking away the beauty,
And peace once bestowed,
Don't you remember the wonders this Earth once showed?
My name is Anna Bliss, and I want this to end.
This is a new stereotype of our world,
Don't follow the trend.
All this killing and violence,
Is an inhuman thirst,
Just remember she could end us all,
She was here first.