I saw it on the news again today
The harrowed headlines of a hopeless hostile world numbered off like it's just the another day
That it is how many people are starving
How many women did he touch?
How many people did they kill?
Igniting a semi-automatic response
Pray for the city
But do nothing for the people
I read the writing on the wall again today
Members of the same family bickering about a four year man
Forgetting about a thousand year king
This uncivil war of the words
Where each bomb is carefully crafted
And sent over network disconnections to a faceless enemy only to be twisted and sent right back
To blow up in your face
I heard it from the pulpit again today
How everything that I've seen and read is the result of a broken world
That I am a part of but somehow am not responsible for
Like I don't have a weapon of mass construction
Shining from within
Ready to turn back the clock
And regenerate this whole thing
How tame the messages
And how bleak the sermons that teach
That the answer to these problems is to sit and watch
And wait for the day when we are plucked out of this carnal carnage
Instead of writing a new chapter
We allow 280 characters to sum up the story
And feed it to the masses
Trading the voice of pre-paid sin for a pre-paid ad
Such dim light and bland salt
Can't be seen, tasted, read, or heard
Over the sound of voices written on your scroll that take only sixty seconds to watch
But somehow steal an entire day
An entire way
Content to stay in it's own holy corner
When we are called it get in the ring
Grab the microphone
And tell the world
A bunch of trash-talkin, truth-talkin
Children braggin like
Our dad can beat up your dad
The never-fading, never-aging voice of wisdom, truth, and love
That ought the be the center of this discussion
But has fallen silent at the table and yet still isn't listening
What's that
I can't hear you