Lost in the mist of exploration, conquering foreign lands,
what I don\'t really get, is why they did so with so much on their hands,
it seems so hypocritical,
to abuse and belittle.
Yet we do it anyway.
Smoke and ashes rise, from the depths of hell's despise,
freedom shall not ring these demons say,
so of course we fight it out, with on delay.
Planes thunder through the air, new technology,
causes not but despair,
families exploded,
societies eroded,
hates is everpresent, though our mission is peace.
Men die in "valor", and run off for lost causes,
there cannot be peace, if there is never a second to pause.
If people would just think, for once in their lives,
it might\'ve saved me the trouble, of writing these rhymes,
we all have our religons, and our own oppinions,
but we all believe in some sort of him, and a better dominion.
So why does man fight so eagerly?
Just for the blood rush?- the sincereity?
Do we do it just to feel worth while?
Instead of sitting here, a lump and a pile?
To fight for a cause is not honor at all,
it\'s just a step further, down a long dark hall.
