Fractured Planet

Hold on to your britches it's a fractured planet there are no quick fixes there is no universal magnate so hold on to your crucifixes. The world is fractured we are different—continents adrift we are a people deeply fissured there will always be a rift; shadowy days when the sun does eclipse. Nights—neighbouring parties go to war; days when parleys confabs hit a brick wall putting us all on a collision course. I wish we were all non-combatant. But it's a fractured planet, there are no quick, easy fixes there is no universal magnate it vexes me that one day we'll be all out and without any more innings to play.