All the world’s a stage

All the world’s a stage
Bloodstained and smashed
The trap door opens
To reveal a nuclear silo

All the world’s a stage
And we are the walking dead
The bandaged blind
That limp to the supply train home

All the wold’s a stage
Where children run about
And fathers have no work
And mothers die in childbirth

Romance could exist upon the stage
In good times and in bad
But tears are real and happiness is hard won
And religion plays hopscotch with the nations

All the worlds a stage
That changes hands for every scene
In peace and in war we labour
A human formulae in an explosive recipe

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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