Rhymes of My Soul

The Dead Will Not See The End

Men fought with weapons for freedom.

That started from stones to guns.

We hate slavery, but ignorance is strong.

And tyranny devours us all.

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We need to defend ourselves.

Against the oppressor and the destroyer.

The powerful declares war.

And all the weak must defend and die.

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War does not forbid killing.

And the murderers are hailed with trumpets.

Those dead will not see its end.

And the winners have nothing to explain.

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The smoke of guns and canons leave us homeless.

And the destruction makes thousands of orphans.

HUmanity fails as the confllict goes on.

The stronger becomes stronger and the weak weaker.

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It is not all about defeating the enemy.

But to fight to see who is right.

We become dangerous when we lose our conviction.

And make ourselves foolish with our self interests.