So you think you see it all-
Everyday, the buildings, the sky,the cars,
You assume that's all there is to it.
You live the life
American dream life,
The posh cars and the hot babes
You cannot see what's behind it.
Behind the sweat of pleasure
The force that pulls you to itself
Laughs, smiling, whenever you do what you do.
The forces plan, organise and attack
And you kill,steal,have sex,
What pleasure you imagine
Yet forget the curses that follow.
My son, there is a war going on...
(to be continued)