In my travels to the morrow
I saw the airs burning away
They were free but flesh loved it no more
It was a state of peace;
races had same piece
Religions and cultures went the same way
All were bones
Skeletons of peace
I looked at the glass abodes
They were staring at all
They opened their arms to another
There was no tear; no remorse
They didn't mind the bones
Skeletons of peace
Luxury washed away like a watered salt
The jeeps drove another
They had no voice; no one to fault
They were just bones
Skeletons of peace
I saw them lay side by side
They were still and calm
But they never loved again
No privacy to hide
They never held hands again
They had lost their soft palms
They were bones
Skeletons of peace
I heard the word go out
They listened but couldn't hear
There was plenty of shouts
But they couldn't hear
They were just bones
Skeletons of peace
I'm back to the time before the morrow
And all I see is a people living in their worlds
People so deep into vanity
Striving for luxury
Craving for status; ignoring the words
But the morrow shall come
They'll all be broken bones
Skeletons of peace
Get ready!
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