Under the gun.

Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests, Let me paint a picture of our recent quests. In the last few years, perfection's grace, Has adorned our world, every place. Progress sung its triumphant song, As harmony reigned, nothing wrong. In the glow of the sunrise, we've seen, Humanity's triumphs, so serene. Progress and peace, hand in hand, Building a future, so grand. But in the shadows, a different tale, Of violence and suffering, we inhale. Tales of atrocities, blood and pain, Echoes of loss, a haunting refrain. I know what the world's done, In the light, and under the gun. Perfect skies, but the darkness won, In the symphony of chaos, we're undone. Yet, amidst the chaos, hope still gleams, In the kindness shared, in dreams. Love's resilience, a guiding light, Through the darkest of nights. But can love mend the broken, the torn, In a world where innocence is worn? Amidst the rubble, can hope survive, Or will despair conquer, and thrive? I know what the world's done, In the light, and under the gun. Perfect skies, but the darkness won, In the symphony of chaos, we're undone. But wait, who is this, spreading seeds of dread, A herald of doom, words heavy as lead. In the midst of our hopes, he plants despair, A poison in the air, a chilling glare. Ah, but is it not truth that I unveil, The harsh realities, the dark details, To turn away is to deny the pain, That festers in our hearts, drives us insane. I know what the world's done, In the light, and under the gun. Perfect skies, but the darkness won, In the symphony of chaos, we're undone. Enough of your tales, your twisted lies, You're but an agent of darkness in disguise. Spreading fear and doubt, poisoning minds, Your words are chains, binding mankind. And you, with your rose-tinted view, Are blind to the suffering, the cries so true. Your optimism, a shield so thin, Against the storms that rage within. I demand your silence, your deceit must cease, For you are but a harbinger of grief. Arrest this spokesman of evil's hand, Let peace and love reclaim this land. But as tensions rise, and words ignite, The divide deepens, shadows take flight. In the clash of ideologies, sparks ignite, As day turns to dusk, and turns to night. With every blow, with every word, The chasm widens, truth blurred. In the heart of the conflict, chaos reigns, And in the chaos, the truth remains. I know what the world's done, In the light, and under the gun. Perfect skies, but the darkness won, In the symphony of chaos, we're undone. But as the night descends, and tempers flare, Let us seek peace, not despair. For violence begets violence, hate breeds hate, In the cycle of destruction, we seal our fate. Yet, can we ignore the injustices, the cries, Of those oppressed, beneath the lies? In the face of tyranny, must we stand, Or bow to the whims of a corrupt hand? But violence is not the answer, my friend, Injustice must be fought, but not to no end.