The world is on fire now, has been some time,
There’s blood on the asphalt and bodies in lime.
They took it all with their secrets and lies
Brought with them bloodshed, left nothing but sighs.
And now in the aftermath, the rubble and pain
There’s hope and there’s strength and a goal to obtain.
We’ll make things better through the sweat of our brows
And the people distraught we’ll gladly re-house.
So as I sit here and scratch out in rhyme
I know we’ll succeed; we’ve got plenty of time.
