When Next I Come
when next I come
through cobbled streets
steel topping hobnailed feet
led by pounding echoed drum
to arms, to arms!
these banners wave
feeding pride the faces crave
stealing youth from school and farms
to strive, to fight
as nations bleed
plant my hatred's growing seed
I laugh to see the wrong now right
again I come
again, again
orchestrate this game of men
mercy under blackened thumb
can it end
my game of death
stealing so many young one's breath
an endless loop, a hopeless trend
It's not for me, I have no say
the die is cast
just glancing at the human past
my guess is that it's here to stay
dream now dreamers of a peaceful boon
as war clouds fade with dawn
years go by, the armies gone
no worries now, I'll see you soon.
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