War victims are numbers
On a newspaper front page
The avarice of nations
The abomination of our age
Empty dreams of wealth and comfort
Drag us to our end of days

The children of tomorrow
With their heads held in their hands
Living with the devastation
Planet Earth could not withstand
As the eyes of rich and powerful 
Watch from shadows and decide

And you and I constantly fail
If we hide away
In our comfortable jail

Soon we’ll strip the world to shreds
And nothing will remain
Except the toxic fallout
Of the monstrous and insane
Empty faces wandering
Amongst the death and detritus


Comfortable Jail