What madness does this world possess
That causes all such great distress
What petty nonsense fills our days
We’re sure is nourished by malaise ?
For eons we’ve endured the pain
And fought evil most times in vain
This has become the earth’s sad scourge
There’s no more action one may urge.
Now we are here with shattered dreams
Leftover tears and useless schemes
The best there is, it’s all we’ve got
With chances to succeed or not !