Falling On Our Own Swords
Times like these are hard to choose
Who's to win and who's to lose
All depends on what you do
And where you line up with the truth
Doesn't much matter where you are
When it comes to fighting wars
Who can say whose keeping score
As we fall on our on swords
Where's the good in all the harm
Brothers against brothers in arms
Can we not see what's going on
As this world buys the farm
With scissor hands we cut the cord
Without a plan can we afford
To show ourselves for all we're worth
As we fall on our own swords
We unequally divide a fabric torn
With needle eyes, can't see to sew
Would all this change had we known
In all this that there's little hope
As hate and deception bore in our hearts
We continue the fighting of this war
With only one outcome that is sure
As we all fall on our own swords
Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2018
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