It’s Strange
How some people call all the shots 
For you and me; on what’s right and what’s not 
On how we should all live our lives 
On what we should want to grow and to thrive
And we follow them like so many mice 
The Pied Piper surely leaves us no choice 

It’s Strange 
How some nations are on top of their game
And others continually parry insults and blame 
Some swirl around in their blood, sweat and tears
While others race on winds of good cheer
And yet we stand by like so many sheep 
The First World Dream will not let us be

It’s Strange 
How the spirit of our humanity  
Has gone into permanent servitude 
For the battle of egos of the few
Losing our grip on what’s right and true
And we circle around like so many moths
Burning our wings in the flames of their wrath 

It’s Strange 
How hard it has become of late 
To step out of the comfort of the bell curve
Created to kill off the being that’s you 
Teaching you how you must hate and love
And we fight on like so many soldiers sore
Thinking one more battle will win us the war 

It’s Strange
Even as I write these lines 
A question skips on the edge of my mind 
No, there are two for misery loves company 
Who’ll tell me the answers that I seek to find -
When did the glow inside me cease to exist?
When did Instinct and Courage let go of my wrists?