Hatred grabs the sword with love in the shadows.
Revenge reeks in the air.
To take up arms in resistance.
But when hate is all that drives the one with the sword.
When will it end?
Fight, fight until the end like a king with a wooden crown.
For a cause that all pulls us away from our true goal.
Swept away by greed’s fingers.
Control of the innocent is the code of the day.
For money lies in bed with hateful seduction.
Secretly plotting for our demise.
Love rises from the shadows wrapping its web.
To the ones who believe in hope.
Driving men mad when idiosyncrasy controls the scepter.
The masses breathe deeply and surge into a world they never knew.
And when that last light of hope dwindles.
A new day will emerge with a lustful vengeance.
For we the ones with everything to lose will be painted as martyrs.
For a dream wrapped in hope.
That we will be vigilant in these dark days.
As victors in light which will be our demise, in a soft beauty none of us can control.
And we all fall down to ashes, swept away by the sands who have always watched us.
And with tiring eyes we rub away the sand and tears.
We realize now it was for everything and nothing.
As we stand polarized on a field far from home.
But home is where we all are.