The rich get richer,
And the poor get poorer.

One will fight,
One will blame.
Then it's a circle
Of guilt, anger and shame.

A war will start,
And sides will part.

Darkness will fall
At the wolf's call

The Flame of Fear
Will come and hear

But lying unnoticed,
A star will shine.
It will soon shoo away
The anger's line.

But soon the war will start again.
And the anger and pain will start like rain.