The Red and Blue Games

The shivery war had come to an end But the clash of the minds will never so Brick-hard thoughts never seem to bend Before the countless lives going sore. On one side lay the bloody flag And on the other, the salty marine one Each claiming their victory bag Made some tales of gore The clash hadn't brewed where it should, But with the innocent lives of the third. Nobody showed the humanity they could, Neither did the sickle, nor the bird The millions, who just earned liberty Still remain to pay their debts Neither did remain their rich property Nor did their precious hearts Happy were the people of the third As they had earned freedom for their next Little had they fathomed the following absurd Their next killed and grabbed was their nest Greenfields then grew barren Blooming buds made not to bloom And before the sides made it even The massacre had made the world, bloody-gloom