Electrified crosses and flaming swords.
The world is torn.
Beheading kings and Bin-Laden at sea.
My world is warped.
Only when fires burn out of control.
Only when hurricanes appear.
Is their world normal.

Drugs and crime around every corner
Little Billy asked dad but dad can't afford it.
Global warming crisis, water crisis, oil crisis.
Doesn't it ever end?

So as I go to sleep the world will be the same.
But when I wake the world will be the changed.
Back to the days where people can walk the streets at night.
Where people can afford their house and car payments.
          and where I'm not so sad