Crossfire

Its our father
The father of all
The good and the bad
The one you recall
Send a sign at the clouds
Followed by grey
An unknown receiver
Picked up a failed trail
A new society
Bewares of flavour and beat
With glamourous equality
And an uninspiring meat
You will follow the new sign
Exposing your intimacy
You will be fixed by tact and time
Just to earn the happy seed
The new world march
It lingers an eon
The limtited thoughts
Were censored by yourself
The new world march
Is greater than your son
Its limiting thoughts
And censoring your wealth