For Closure ~ Brent Harris

When children regard war and terror as normal
Films, television, video games just the siren’s call
Can we wonder how fucked-up our life’s become
Reality a child dismembered by a roadside bomb

So grab your toys, run away, find a place to hide
No help, as down the razor-blade of life we slide
Our mad machines, money, war, too big to avoid
Your only salvation is put your brain into a droid

Anonymous wisdom copied from some toilet stall
Who knows who sat and wrote on that metal wall
The message read: It is not a sign of health to be
Well-adjusted to this, our profoundly sick society