A pen is mightier than the sword 

In an age where boys no longer wield 

We let them consume 

An appetite for purpose

After they've already licked the plate clean

They slam their fists into the table

Then into the air

They shout to god

"Why have you plagued us with famine"

god doesn't answer

So they look for a god that Will

He serves them five course meals

Food for thought

Then he lets them starve again

Unless they get him more mouths to feed

And while they were too busy making demands to the heavens

They failed to notice the fertile soil below