Have we in fact created hell on earth?
Where children murdered in the streets
Fail to reach more than news in worth
Forget so quickly, new fads to meet
People join in happy matrimone
Only to break the bank, end up alone
Cracked hearts swallowed in hollow space
That plague our days with useless tasks
And keep us detached from the race
Isolated, with no need to ask
Why we fight and why we feel
The need to drive our lives ahead
We scheme and plot and even steal
Until we seem a satisfied dead
We fear the world beyond our own
The one of darkness, rumoured pain
But stop and think, this place, our home
Indeed the void, the black we fear to name
Go to hell, what the hell
Need I really say more?
At every turn this tolling bell
Ringing, knocking at my door
You Say