The deafening quiet after the impact
A moment to check if I’m still intact
In a million pieces
I can’t find my tongue
Lost my head not sure where it’s hung
Storms are earths sadness leaking out
Heroes keeping quiet while villains shout
Two people start wars
While we stay in bed
Waking to the sound of a million dead
Every way you turn there’s a new ghost
Hope left strung up to a lamppost
Piggies giving answers
Not knowing the questions
Asking big bad wolves for suggestions
Some poor kid singing let it be
Promised a life he’ll never see
Dust covered cards
It’s a dirty old game
Before you know it, the end, what a shame
