THE PALACE IN THE WIND.

Had she come from a dream

A nightmare of extreme

The bomb-sight appearance

Her eyes couldn`t see us

Being glazed by the sun.

Starving alone

African children at home

Political blackmail

Or harvests sown to fail

She walked from the gun.

And I`m tired of waiting for the wind of change

You`d think the world would finally come of age

And her palace is so easy to find...

The palace in the wind.

She`s the mother of three

Her children died needlessly

They fell to the weakness

The world wouldn`t feed this

A nation in need.

Standing with pride

But with grief she can`t hide

The bomb-sight appearance

Her eyes couldn`t see us

Being glazed by the sun.

How can we be so callous

We have to address the balance

The mess of this world

There`s people being killed from hunger

And I wonder...

How can this be ?