Barjon Publications

The world is a tank

I swim these waters back and forth

Passing by the same temptations and cruelties

I often wonder how will we rid the souls of this dis-ease

The world is a tank

I the fish trapped looking through the glass

While the oppressors taunt my every move

With a single tap

Alas their touch echos yet, is silenced by my will

The children of the world are rising up with thrill

For evil is on its last stand and righteousness is just over the hill

How much longer my friend?

Till you give up your rebellion

Against the force of love within

This tank can’t hold the pressure this water holds

Each fish swimming the same current

Creating the same rift

Breaking the tank forcing a loose grip

The world is a tank

Their laws have sank

We lift our eyes to the heavens and give thanks