another tribe

another tribe. another brother

torn between his lover and the gun

another god. another mother

weeps to justify the damage done

i wonder through the lies and dirt

i wonder

will the meek inherit all the earth?

as truth collides with propaganda

just another victim on the run

the world outside

all fluff and candour

seeks to justify the damage done

no wonder

so much pain and hurt

i wonder

will the meek inherit all the earth?

i think there may be.a war in heaven

paradise beneath the smoking gun

as every saint and small town saviour

race to justify their chosen one

i wonder

as our world collides

i want to reach out there

across the great divide