Black Lines To Battlefields
Hard times, the throw is off line,
Pictures of black and gray.
Soft minds, backed up with hard drives.
Standing in single file.
Anything to pass the test.
Like screaming in the air.
A sound for all who care.
The siren rings in vein.
When lightning hits the ground.
To all who stand around, a shock of ignorance.
Black lines can turn to battlefields,
When they are drawn in pen.
Stop signs, like human apathy,
Will cause a fatal crash.
The feeling hard to tell.
A word can break the spell.