End of day

 

Here I sit

at the end of day,

the end of the world

has been

and gone away.

Now I just sit,

thinking back at what I’ve seen

and where we got it so wrong.

 

I remember the sounds of past days,

the warmongering talk

of those memories.

The way we ploughed out

fields of hate

instead of seeding hope

in those green lands.

Now as I look at the

scorched ground

through the fingers

of my scarred hands

I wish we had stopped

before it was too late.

 

Missiles are only

90 minutes away,

that's what

the generals say,

but I remember when

weapons of mass destruction

were on their way.

The lies repeated

day after day.

 

But we pushed too hard.

We drained the bank account,

we allowed the poor to suffer,

we made people feel they didn't belong,

we made it impossible

for the public to get along,

divided by some invisible lines,

drawn by men who wanted the throne.

Designed to make us distrust.

We pushed too much,

we pushed our luck.

We made enemies,

who then pushed buttons.

and the world was fucked.

 

 

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