War Cries

Maybe life should not be all about this madness...

Where the wars are the only thing on everyone’s heads,

The only thing that we can make profit on,

The only thing we worry,

Think,

And act upon.

This war has got our heads turning,

Our thoughts churning,

And bad ideas sworming.

The thought about our cold, hard reality slowly sinks in,

And we are left to be mere tiny husks of what once was.

We are the existence of man,

The experience we have this year is not what we strive for,

But now among others is what we are known for,

No matter the tough things that others try to make up for the sins that we carried.

It can not be met and we cannot regain our composure,

Our lives cannot be trusted.

Among those this war is against,

The people we call aliens.

Whom are no different than ourselves,

But who are different because of the fact,

That they come from outside our borders,

And have no certification to be in these lands.

And yet they come,

To set our world into chaos,

But acting upon the will of wanting to be saved,

To be free.

To be calmed.

To be where the hell isn’t.

Otherwise known as...

Cured.