PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

We're playing right into their hands

The crucifixion of our lands

They're taking our minds off their plans

As they cripple us with their demands

But we won't see until it's too late

We're ripping each other apart

Forgetting that we all have hearts

And when the final war starts

We will have mastered this art

And we won't know anything but hate

But we won't see until it's too late

But we won't see until it's too late

until it's too late

it's too late

it's too late

it's too late