Cold warsGenocide
Slavery of Man
Third World poverty
Multimillionaires
Mass starvation,
but don't be
alarmed
That
part of the
population
doesn't matter
much anyway
Blood drunk like
water, now no
more rain
No more victims for
for the altar
In the temple of decay
Watch the frightened
refugee seeking
sanctuary
His govern-
ment
wants him
dead
He has no choice
Old woman in the
gutter, just barely alive
The crown turns
look away
They never ask why
Why are we DISEASED?