I have a couple more. They were originally written as one poem with three stanzas, but I really think they sound better separately.
I also snuck a lot of quotes from various sources in there. I like doing that, for some reason.
What has become of our world?
What was once a blue gem in the mine of dark space
Is now a collapsing mansion
Built on a mountain of corruption, deceit, and hatred,
Held together by a web of lies.
As Lincoln said,
A house divided against itself cannot stand.
And such is the state of our world.
What is fact, and what is fiction?
What is corrupted, and what is innocent?
This is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.
Is it better to kill a thousand innocents
In a quest to kill one killer,
Or to let them all live?
Is it better to strike first,
And destroy things other than your target,
Or to do nothing and be struck?
I've made my decision.
From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever.
What will you do?