Cracking at the Seams

Explosions echo through foreign streets. Lives reduced to stats on politicians' sheets.

They wave their flags while dropping bombs. Who won? Just graveyards singing

sadder songs. Oh, they swear it's all for peace tonight.

But all I see is cities burning bright. Children crying in the rubble rain,

while leaders shake hands on CNN again. Oh, this world is

cracking at the seams. Blood dries faster than their hate-fueled dreams.

We scream love but point the knife between the wars and political lies.

Love who you love, they slap your name. Hiding hate behind