War Drum

I stand here,
In the sunlight.
Is that you God,
Looking down?
Maybe it's dark,
This a streetlight,
Shining down now,
Here on the ground.
Smell the green grass,
Below the snow,
A brutal temptress,
Puts on a show.
What is this hate,
Here and I don't know?
What is this fate,
Pushing, cannot grow?
Damned be the sunlight,
For shining on my face,
Damned be the moonlight,
Bringing this disgrace.
Why do I have to feel,
Know this right and wrong?
Are these people even real,
Or just without a song?
I feel my heart beat stronger,
Or is this a war drum?
How can I save them,
When it beats so young?
Is this them,
Or just their pressures,
Do we create them,
Or is this measured?
These war drum's beating,
Inside our chests,
Though mine's retreating,
Facing life's tests.
And as my mind works,
Does my heart grow numb?
Or is this how life works?
Old leads on to young.
What is this beating,
A war drum's tone?
Why are we living,
If we fight to be alone?

Revolution For Evolution

Awakened by a doorbell in the night,
Run to answer the door,
Welcomed by a burning bag of life.
Placed on my doorstep,
No trace, no sign of the deliverer,
Only a question
Of whether to get life on my new boots,
Or watch my house burn before my eyes,
Before my thoughts could synthesize.

Are our babies awakening to infernos,
Living life in a pit fire?
Working their life lost in the heat,
Without a chance to aspire?
Without a chance to breathe
Before facing the fire?

How can I be free,
With someone leading me?
How can I see,
When I only see what you show me?

How can we give in so easily,
Lead our lives this way?
Maybe because we're not leading them,
But instead following them as we pray.

What do I want,
What am I looking for?
I want a revolution for evolution,
A reexamination of life.
Take another look,
At what we call right.