War Your Way to Great
No one knew that was the plan,
But it seems that is where you stand.
Raise your flags, disguise the land,
Trade truth for power, hand in hand.
Every promise made in smoke,
Every dream begins to choke.
You build your throne on fear and hate,
Try to war your way to great.
But the fires you light will not obey,
They burn the night and night burns days.
Every empire meets its fate—
You can't war your way to great.
The continued kill only has one fate,
Adding to the cycle of hate.
This hate will not leave the face of earth,
It breeds like demons giving birth.
Children see war, only want the score,
Even it out with blood and more.
Eyes wide open to mother's end,
Raped and broken, no one to defend.
Bombs from heaven shake the ground,
Troops come raiding, hell comes down.
Houses burning, screams fill air,
Innocence dies in the glare.
What that does to a tender mind,
Twists the heart, leaves love behind.
Sex now weapon, trust turned to dust,
Safety shattered in rivers of rust.
How can you blame them, you lit the spark,
Added kids to your war in the dark.
They come back playing your cruel game,
Vain revenge for their endless pain.
How did you think war creates sane men?
Just demons rising from the pen.
You unleashed hell on earth's own face,
Now blame the child for the demon's chase.
Airstrikes thunder, roofs collapse,
Raiders swarm in savage traps.
Mother's cries cut through the night,
Rape and murder steal the light.
Little eyes can't look away,
World turns savage, colors gray.
Everything they knew goes up in flame,
Who's the monster? Who's to blame?
That demon breeds in the wreckage left,
Hypervigilant, rage bereft.
Not born evil, but forged in fire,
Your bombs the midwife, your hate the sire.
Generations curse your name,
Cycle spins in your war game.
You built the hell, then act surprised,
When the broken rise with fire in eyes.
Flags wave high on your victory day,
But the graves whisper what you can't say.
Empires crumble under their weight,
War your way? You sealed your fate.
No one knew that was the plan, (repeat to close)
But it seems that is where you stand.
You tried to war your way to great
But that is not what the blood will create
Did you really not see the children's fate ?
Why did you think war would be so great ?
DrummerDave26
