Broken Butterfly Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Ripping the wings off the butterfly.
Now tell me, how is it suppose to survive?
Motions so slow.
The breath is fading.
Tell me, why is this so contagious?

An addiction to equally distribute a common affliction.
Enjoying the show.
Watching them suffer.
If it is for your entertainment does that make it any different?

Ripping the wings off the butterfly.
Now tell me, how is it suppose to survive?
Motions so slow.
The breath is fading.
Tell me, why is this so contagious?

Here's a lullaby go to asleep now.
It was only a dream.
Then why is their so much pain?
A rag is being held over the wound.
And now I know things won't be the same.
The consequences when good men do nothing.

Ripping the wings off the butterfly.
Now tell me, how is it suppose to survive?
Motions so slow.
The breath is fading.
Tell me, why is this so contagious?

An addiction to equally distribute a common affliction.
Enjoying the show.
Watching them suffer.
If it is for your entertainment does that make it any different?

Proud of who we are.
But who is that exactly?
A power driven society who tying to live high in the clouds.
Well eventually we must all come down.
Facing so many horrible realities.

Which will be our first?
Which one will be our last?
Is this what we are going to say was our greatest accomplishment.
We let millions suffer so we could live the easy life.
I can here the voices that have yet to speak.
Miles away in another world.
In a war torn country.
Don't drink the water or you'll get sick.
If you don't want to starve you'll have to kill for it.
Murder and rape in the middle of the night.
Poison gas launched to wiped out entire populations.
Can we say genocide.

And we are trying
We are trying to rip the wings off the butterfly.
Now tell me, how is it suppose to survive?
Motions so slow.
The breath is fading.
Tell me, why is this so contagious.

Here's a lullaby go to asleep now.
It was only a dream.
Then why is their so much pain?
A rag is being held over the wound.
And now I know things won't be the same.
The consequences when good men do nothing.

The politics that divide.
Religions that cast us against one another.
The brother of the brother.
We are both the sinner and the saint.
We claim we are here to destroy evil.
But who is it that chooses that very same evil.
The devil of many colors and skins.
I feel like a snake when I come crawling in.
Morals abandon for a pride that burns.

Ripping the wings off the butterfly.
Now tell me, how is it suppose to survive?
Motions so slow.
The breath is fading.
Tell me, why is this so contagious.

An addiction to equally distribute a common affliction.
Enjoying the show.
Watching them suffer.
If it is for your entertainment does that make it any different?
Does it make it any different?