World We Belong

Another of those restless nights

when time seems to stand,

and I head out, call a good friend of mine

to join me in the old town bar.

"What's up?" he asks,

Smirking as if he did not know

What troubled me could consume him

but I just smile and raise a brow.

To whom does the night belong?

To whom belong the stars?

Stare at the neon halos in silence,

search for the answers in my half filled glass;

The futile attempts of man,

to fathom the endless nature;

Smile as I see the irony

in how he worships his own grotesque caricature.

"Never will we give up, never will we die"

floats the anthem covering the planet in a smog.

"We got nukes, so screw you!"

I vividly picture the threatening holocaust,

offered as a penance for the crimes we done

and the rights we managed to be-wrong;

I lie back as I try to rid my thoughts

And sigh, such is the world that we belong.