In The Times

Foes behold the times of change
Foes to tell stories to hold us
Foes are our guides to see
Life is reckless so they say
To be divided is the way
So they say under breath
No need to be equal
So our foes lie to us
Be hold you people
Of hate and sorrow
Pain has become the
god of all
Greed has entered in the hearts
of mankind.
They pray to their idols
made of gold
Jobless and hopeless
relying on lies of
old.
Behold the white horse
Fighting the foes of lies
Peace the people cry
It will never last
Short lived in the now