No Longer Fresh

Have you ever thought
That the running of the world
Is really only one big game of Risk
Where the players are world leaders
And we are the little, plastic pieces?

I mean, this world domination, sovereignty thing
Is no longer fresh.
Everybody seems like they are fighting for something
And the wars are no longer cold
Because cultures are really fighting
With rockets, bombs, cyber attacks…

And for what?
Their god?
Oil?
Money?
Land?
Pride?

Maybe I’ll just sit here listening to George Harrison.
That’s fresh…