Epokku

The first stanza was stuck in my head for about my month, so I decided to add a little bit to it.

Bada Bing, 
Bada Boom,
end of story.
"Don't bore me with your tragic history." 
Please mister please,
can't you see? 

The little ones are crying 
while the young adults are dying. 
The criminals are climbing 
the ladder mixing with batter
of life into a tainted form 

where we are deformed 
and brought to a point of defeat 
and filled with greed, wrath, 
and conceit.

Light the fire of desire,
cut the wire 
and touch the sky 

of the new age 
to ease the rage 
of a savage beast 
and bring up peace.