What can I do?
I ask God 
Because these children 
Don’t know nothing but the rod
That they’ve been struck with
And you can call me a bitch
But I must stand up for 
These people that I adore 
And the innocent always suffer the most
Watch love evaporate and the ghost
Of what I was seems to stalk my days
And they’re all ingenious power plays 
To strike the match
But she can’t get her back
And I know the pain
Of the rain
That flows from grief
And there’s rivers that run from her disbelief
That all could be taken
I pray that she will waken
Into the eternal
As the infernal 
Swirls around the land 
And the sand 
Won’t remember the love 
That once made it soil
Now the youth simply toil
In a land where the 50% 
Must live in a place where it all went
How could hell be heaven sent? 
If that’s your rationalisation
As the education
Just burns 
And somehow the world still turns 
Like it’s no big deal
And the saddest illusion is still real
In the minds of those
Whose feet must walk the roads
Now that they’ve been expelled 
But we just sigh and wish them well
With the buttons on our screen
I pray the peril isn’t all it may seem