God gave us our senses, most people have five, some even more
Then of course, there’s common sense which enables us to think
But many with good ears just won’t listen, so they provoke war
Resulting in the whole world dangerously teetering on the brink
They may have good eyes, but senselessly prefer to remain blind
They forego their sense of smell and can’t tell their motives stink
And utilize their sense of touch to inflict violence on all mankind
Once again leaving all creation desperately hovering on the brink
Taste has twofold meaning, one of the palate, one of discernment
Our palates consume the plethora of toxins in our food and drink
While our discernment of politicians has led to global internment
And again we’re left shaken and anxiously wavering on the brink
Our sense of fair play has expired, justice is virtually nonexistent
Callous elected officials are causing our great ship of state to sink
The decline of morality remains the only matter that is consistent
So we find ourselves alone and perilously quivering on the brink
Our sense of compassion is withdrawn since we’ve become jaded
Every armor on which we relied has predictably revealed a chink
Death and decay are the remnants of the innocents we’ve invaded
And still our own country lies precariously trembling on the brink
Our sense of reality has long waned with the collapse of education
Now wars and pandemics are plotted in private and stamped in ink
Their architects have even subtly redrawn the pathway to salvation
And those new roads will push us all irreversibly beyond the brink
People! We either fall off or pull ourselves back, which shall it be?