Nature of the Beast

War...*sigh*

Made of iron and steel

The war machine churns

Deep within the beast

The hunger burns

But nothing can satiate

The thirst for power

Cannot quench

The quest to conquer

 

Through the deserts

And into the city streets

The machine marches to the drum

Of a million heartbeats

They fight endlessly

Not for personal pride

But for ‘king’ and country

And the victory of their side

 

All the world watches

As the two sides brawl

Eagerly awaiting

Word of the nightfall

For it does not bring safety

But only more fear

In the darkness

Nothing is clear

 

You cannot stop the machine

For you are playing your part

We are here at center stage

We have mastered the art

Of twisting people’s arms

In playing of the grand chess game

Always looking for a finger

To point the blame

 

The question we all must ask

Is when will all this hatred cease

Who will heed the call?

The call for peace

Corrupt curmudgeons in office

Wage ideological warfare

On the silent masses

As air raid sirens blare

 

The end is drawing close

We were left with no choice

You suffocated a nation

Left us without a voice

There is no other way

When corruption is your feast

War is the only answer to war

Sadly, tis’ the nature of the beast