Garden of Change

We fail to notice our demise
Is under construction
Let us be a tree in the garden of change
Instead of a seed of destruction

Prisoner of war in my own country
My own people hold me hostage here
I know its not his fault
He's doing this out of fear

Then when he finally lets me go
I look at the cops with a sense of dread
I see him whisper "take him out"
And now my captor is dead

His blood has planted
Yet another angry seed
It seems our world is nothing but
Anger, hate, and greed