The Magic Mission

The magic mission of thy sword,

Comes out in times when one is bored.

To conquer the world in its ways,

Which is not nice most people say.

As violence means guns and bombs,

Sex goddesses wearing thongs.

Crazy people going mad,

In life it’s self now that is sad.

So what can we do to stop this mess?

To join together nevertheless.

All those people who live in fear,

In total harmony every year.

Would it be music so gentle and kind?

Would it be football that’s magic we find.

Would it be peace at last for free?

Or would it be love for God you see.

Well who knows it could be any,

As life goes on without a penny.

To find that answer to bring fun,

In life so dark what’s done is done.

By Dr Geebers