Bleed Under My Pen

So many questions lines up in my head

Like many others I cannot seem to understand

Why they prefer some people to be dead

This is something that haunts me

Every minute in my bed

Sleepless nights, it's tearing up my mind

I need to go ahead

With the help of Christianity

And a weak touch of insanity

Not associated with democracy

In this world of hypocrisy

Temporary insane states followed in their trail

This led to killings on an unimaginable scale

With political speeches composed by, and for,

Elite men I wish that Barbie and Ken would

Bleed under my pen, time and again, over and over again

Amen

With the help of Christianity

(MY DREAM IS DEAD! MY DREAM IS DEAD!)

And a weak touch of insanity

(MY DREAM IS DEAD! MY DREAM IS DEAD!)

Not associated with democracy

(MY DREAM IS DEAD! MY DREAM IS DEAD!)

In this world of hypocrisy

(MY DREAM IS DEAD! MY DREAM IS DEAD!)