These are the days of our lives
Living in the falsehood of the Dream
Turned into a fantasy
Of a once sought after reality
Once again we have become
Our own worst enemy—destroying
The Village from within—aborting liberty
Born out of the blood-stained struggle
It’s a pity that it seems easier to destroy
The Village within rather than the outside atrocities
Dooming ourselves to self-inflicted annihilation
Rather than battling the inflicted collateral damage
It’s old…worn…but yet true…prevention
Remains to be better than cure:
Prevent the mind from infections of deceit
And the healed Village becomes immune