A Wasted Life

Does man, fear the pain From all the scars of war Feel as better, or as gain From knowing the score Was it all worth it, dying All this blooded rank soil In the distance as crying Wasted effort, man's toil All sacrificed for demons Who thrill upon your die Without want, or reason Humours your death cry Have we learnt anything Or; as justify the means Wrong ideology teaching As truth remains unseen You are taking up space You are costing to much There is no saving grace To those who lose touch No one heeds the lesson Why now we have to die As blinded by false hope When in prayers you cry We are now the sacrifice Before the greater world We are no longer suffice As to God's ear, unheard Indiana Shaw . . . : /