Everyone only Suffers
While days are long, the nights grow longer.
On this field of battle, I am but mere fodder.
Driven by love and filled with virtue.
I stand on guard, that none may harm you.
Endless toil awaits at every turn.
Loud are the screams, as your brothers burn.
Our intention was to bring peace,
through violence I've found war does not cease.
Love intended to be the solution.
Even in that, it is a harsh retribution.
Betrayal and deceit are their sword of choice,
all conducted through the sound of a voice.
What does one do in such a place?
Blood on your hands and drips from your face.
At this moment you beg for salvation,
but with contempt you have brought devastation.
No man wins a conflict of greed,
to satisfy few who have no real need.
What gives you the right to take what the world offers?
To sit back and watch as everyone only suffers.