• __quoshuda 22w

    Us and them

    We' d asked so little of the world a morsel here, and a drink there

    We'd give so much to the world an eye here, a limb there

    Is it not the time for the soil to unveil the fruits of labour

    Has not the hour arrived for the sea to spill brined treasure

    We curse the wind that sweeps away our hope
    And the sky, that plays tricks on our dream

    The gods
    They turn their backs on our bleeding hearts and sigh,

    If only we'd ask for peace
    If only we'd looked within

    Yet, now begins the rage
    Of the forsaken
    And we declare
    A war against
    A war against
    A war
    Against.