Make love... Not war!

All around me chaos and disorder...
War is the new world old order...
It always is, was and will be,
just because people don't see
that a man's worth isn't his creed...
And yet, it's rich rulers' greed
that decrets which people
should be put on a steeple...
While the rest do the best
at surviving without a bullet-proof vest...

But honestly, I don't even care anymore...
There's always been people under the floor,
and girl, ever since you've been around,
I'm alive again, feeling lifted from the ground...
Not caring for another sound
but for our beating hearts' pound!