|"Fighting in the Streets"|
(Art of Manliness)
Is it plausible that man kind could do
Such a thing as revel in a slew
Of accusatory actions, that will lead
Into a horrible Greek tragedy?
Everywhere there seems to be plight
Devastation in the air, bombs take flight
Shaking the very foundation we stand
Upon a deserted company of land.
What qualms could there be
To break that breaking point
Where weapons are the key
And considered a solution of might.
They claim it is for their God
But what kind of God could it be
If it doesn't protect its own people
From utter annihilation across the sea.
Like a wolf pack we charge
Into a battle that isn't ours
To unite a people who don't want to be
Anything like you and me.
Cries of peace are yelled loudly
But only whispers are heard
For when the wolves go howling
Only bloodshed is spread.
The tragedy doesn't lie in those mountains
It wanders closer to the heart
Of every mortal man and woman.
Only when we come to realize
That there is nothing to gain from this
Will we be able to instill peace.
For we live in a world unlike any other
Where troubles and hard times quiver
In every second of the day
Like an advertisement of display.
Nobody knows for sure how it works
Just that it ignites like fireworks
In a brilliant display of our true colors
As we hide underneath the falsity of covers.
Is it plausible that mankind could do
Without the possibility of a slew?
Question: "How would you stop all the reckless fighting?"
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