As I gaze upon the stars
I see a world that unlike ours
lives in peace of mind and soul
Here no kumbaya is sung
As the iron needle never stung
Without the cold embrace
of the ghost-face race
All people under the sun
are united as one
As I stare below, into the soil
I see a world fighting its downward coil
A world of chaos without control
As the poor keep on toiling
The rich keep on spoiling
themselves, while destroying
everything else
A world of order, under control
As the puppeteer’s mighty hand
stretches over the land, and
its white strings cut deep into the ground
sucking out our blood for oil
As he leaves us starved and drowned
The world trembles before his feet
But in ignorance he paid no heed
As the titan grows too high
Godwin's lightning strikes from the sky
Armed with pen and sword
the angels soared, while the titan roared
Swift suffragettes slay the puppeteer
and unshackle the world of its fear
By Jeroen van Wijk