Bombing here
Bombing there
And attacking everywhere
Stop pretending
And stop fooling
Before it all explode
Can't you see
Can't you see
What I see right now?
It's a bird
It's a plane
No, it is a fly
When will you
Be enlightened
That all is in a perfect plan
To escape
And cover up
What's the real prob
But what's the real prob?
Oink, oink, oink
What's the real prob?
Sorry Ma'am Izza, poetry isn't really my thing.
ReplyDeleteI don't know how to rhyme or play with words but I hope you'll still get my point. ^-^