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
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