Utopianist

Riots in the street

as i fold my hands

turn to the side

go back home

to sleep

i've had enough

i never even tried

but the weather's fine

and every day amazing

the shadow of civilisation

hangs over me

i hang my head

so dead

dead on the inside

wasted opportunities

go by the way side

join our side fight a war

but when everything is ruled by

money

and just by breathing

we're contributing to

the ongoing slaughter

of the world