Dissonant Symphony

Is it not time to sing a different song?
A bad chord cannot be made to sound good.
The one played now has been played way to long,
Not harmony, but notes misunderstood.

We are all musicians, Poets, Warriors,
We sing our songs, fight, and write our poems.
With the tools used, weapons, money, and words,
We write our story, we construct our home.

As we all play our tunes, chaos is done,
Dissonant notes attacking each other,
If only there was cooperation,
not notes wanting to out do the other.

How to show the truth is a mystery,
Alone we're noise, together harmony.