Another day, another year
for more anger, more hate
after all the quiet, happy cheer
as it is much, much too late,
to change humanity’s tragic fate.
Wars, bloody massacres,
a meaningless means to an end…
Upon the blood-soaked battlefield
As if we can just pretend.
that it is not such a disaster.
Fighting for freedom,
or for peace…
it does not matter
because it will never cease
it will never end.
so let’s not pretend.
But there may be hope
one day, but not today,
not now, nor tomorrow
As we shall always remember,
we will always feel their sorrow
But is it worth it, the battle?
Why rattle the cage of the beast,
when you can sing it back to sleep?
Why not let it rest in peace?
Simply, because we can.
We have freedom, the freedom to kill
sometimes for “justice” or possibly for the thrill
But what is the point?
What is the meaning of it all?
When our fate is set.
When, in the end, we all fall.
And arise once more,
only to stand tall, once and for all.
in the next great battle.
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