The Bone Of Contention

In every conflict The perimeter of reason is breached But not to the extent of madness Unless it's all-out war Or the beginning of a genocide Now let's strip this argument And expose the ligaments Who won the election? The bottom line lies under the democratic dispensation That we have allowed ourselves to be part of The institution of elections is guarded by law and order It's true some fool may mess around And puncture the balloon of institutional integrity With the thick sharp talons of corruption But then it's near impossible To go from one state to another And repeat the same trick It's upon the collective consciousness To realize the illusion Who is fooling who? The masses are appetized The politicians are brandishing their doctrines It's a scene out of a Dark Age movie Or a magical trick box Let those with the power of reason Put forth an end to this mess Before it's too late And our only hope is shattered Leading humanity into the dark ages Uncertainty is not only a sharp knife It's a thorn on the side of reality All of reality is depended on some kind of certainty Even though it may be elusive At least the idea of certainty is enough To put a bandage around our wild thoughts Extinguishing all rogue ideas It's not too late To chew the bone of contention Inside the house of diplomacy And unravel the truth For all to see It's not the court or political systems That will suffer the consequences It's us the people Who will bear the scars of war Democracy is a messy business Let us not make it messier ©