The Years Plans

A world away, we might be delivered judgment day

and here at home, everything is going wrong

Oligarchs play games with us for which we'll pay

and we're waiting for the sound of the final gong

Across the country, droughts threaten power

and we watch in horror as politicians fail

They wonder why we are all so sour

as the food's expensive as hell, even on sale

Hatred grows toward the government types

people not trusting the news

Grown sick and tired of all the hype

and tired of the crying and endless blues

Violence fills the streets from town to town

and there are fewer left to hold the line

When all hell breaks loose, there's no siren sound

and for help, you're left to pray to the divine

Prices continue to climb higher and higher

while wages barely grow

A warring country drags bodies to the fire

and people pray for a haven in which to go

Power and money rule the world without fail

and those in power care very little about the little guy

Endless rhetoric and empty promises without fail

while carbon emissions continue to fill the blue sky

It's 2022, and the next year looks no better

as the world faces incredible rough times ahead

Once filled with so much water, we need it to get wetter

but without a heavenly miracle, we'll just be burying more dead

From rampaging droughts to war after war

and endless economic problems from a virus

Far-reaching is 2022's plan and there's still more

it's the years that felt like the world was after us

"I think the world's gonna end bloody."

Dean Winchester, Supernatural