People are praying for salvation
From men falsely made into prophets
By a voracious need for profit
Sadly currency dictates our lives
The common theme of happiness, war, and lies
Such is our culture, to struggle for an alien
Fighting and dying for little green men
Earth doesn’t need an axis, it revolves around money
What happened to being pleased with milk and honey?
Presidential men turned demigod by our prayers
Men who served their country didn’t want this affair.
We need a new standard of normalcy
Instead of this morbid lust for currency

Poetic Ice