The Diplomats

Diplomats don't know the grass is on fire.
It's burning and who's to blame?
Everyone's on aircraft and ship.
But look here—war is everywhere.
We're drowning.
We're going down.
Everyone knows it but the diplomats.

There's two cents per pocket
just enough to go around.
It's been this way and it will always be.
No one hears us SHOUT.

We die for peace buried beneath us.
Even dogs know better
and roam with their tails up
when we're down.
That's why they smile
with their tongues curled out
laughing at the human race. 

We are the evil eye in focus,
retina, reversed retina. 
We're dizzy for freedom;
everyone's dizzy but the diplomats.