She raises her white flag in hopes her love will reach the masses shes sickened by the tyranny devised by the greed of the wealthy tears stream eloquently from her face bc her msg falls on deaf ears even tho she is the key to everything in life she is viewed as nothing drunkeness and perversion of power overshadow her potential effects so we teeter and sway into gladly into a world not designed for us where the dollar is powerful - not love. where monarchs rule - not the people They scream WAR! WAR! WAR! as the blood of their slaves lay meshing in the sands Phoenixes of doom scream from iron charriots with every move it makes it leaves destruction men prepare themselves to fight for a cause and take pride in their oblivious slavery if solomons could only speak and enlighten us with what we do not have the ability to have then maybe our children would see a brighter day.