Voices

I saw it on the news again today
 The harrowed headlines of a hopeless hostile world numbered off like it's just the another day
 That it is how many people are starving
 How many women did he touch?
 How many people did they kill?
 Igniting a semi-automatic response
 Pray for the city
 But do nothing for the people
 I read the writing on the wall again today
 Members of the same family bickering about a four year man
 Forgetting about a thousand year king
 This uncivil war of the words
 Where each bomb is carefully crafted
 And sent over network disconnections to a faceless enemy only to be twisted and sent right back
 To blow up in your face
 I heard it from the pulpit again today
 How everything that I've seen and read is the result of a broken world
 That I am a part of but somehow am not responsible for
 Like I don't have a weapon of mass construction
 Shining from within
 Ready to turn back the clock
 And regenerate this whole thing
 How tame the messages
 And how bleak the sermons that teach
 That the answer to these problems is to sit and watch
 And wait for the day when we are plucked out of this carnal carnage
 Instead of writing a new chapter
 We allow 280 characters to sum up the story
 And feed it to the masses
 Trading the voice of pre-paid sin for a pre-paid ad
 Such dim light and bland salt
 Can't be seen, tasted, read, or heard
 Over the sound of voices written on your scroll that take only sixty seconds to watch
 But somehow steal an entire day
 An entire way
 Content to stay in it's own holy corner
 When we are called it get in the ring
 Grab the microphone
 And tell the world
 A bunch of trash-talkin, truth-talkin
 Children braggin like
 Our dad can beat up your dad
 The never-fading, never-aging voice of wisdom, truth, and love
 That ought the be the center of this discussion
 But has fallen silent at the table and yet still isn't listening
 What's that
 I can't hear you