What is this strange thing?
What is this that calls out the dragon in another man?
What is this thing that a man denies all he’s known to shed the blood of a stranger?
Something so contrary – so other
Something never meant to be
Something that yields naught but pain
Who really wins this thing after the screams finally stop?
Who really wins once Death has gathered his harvest?
Who really wins as mothers on both sides cry for their dead sons?
I tell you this is utter madness
I tell you there is no reason in this carnage
I tell you that so many should never die for so few
Can you hear them screaming, their souls still wandering in the darkness?
Can you see their blood, soaking this now-defiled soul of ancient land?
Can you find their empty chair, that was for only them, reserved?
You hear my words but you do not listen
You read the history books but you learn nothing
You are so content in your blind ignorance
How can you go on this way?
How can you let these young men go year after year, war after war?
How can you say you love them, yet give them up to die for – nothing?
These lies are so convenient, garnering so vast a following
These lies inspire so much courage only to snuff that fire in gruesome death
These lies are the poison that fuels the engine of our own enslavement
Will this endless cycle never cease?
Will those who claim to be good men continue to look on doing, nothing?
Will no one stand for truth and justice any longer?
Will we, as so many countless generations before us,
Surrender our young men to the fires of war and the hatred of strangers?
And end it all with those brave heroes having died for a “just cause”
Or the bitter truth – an utterly pointless death brought about by believing a lie?
A death that protected no one
A death that cost so much for so cheap a prize
A death that served only rich pompous demons masquerading as humans
A death that is used to fuel the machine of propaganda
A death that is nothing but a tool for the wicked to use to conquer
A death that mattered
Because it was
At its core