Injustice—
Indifference—

The rich and powerful sleep in content
Surrounded by fountains of wine
Breathing with a steady heartbeat
Blood rises and falls without a tear

Negotiate?
Address?

After words have failed to repair
the torn cloth of diplomatic relations,
nothing else can then be used
to ignite love among "enemies".

Anger—
Hate—

A stream of fire shoots out suddenly
Born from hatred of another
Words of dread are received, fear grows
An army of drones is born

Pain—
Despair—

For a good 60, it lasts (adrenaline)
But once the third man falls, regret is born
We have willingly let death through our door
And watch as it consumes the innocent

Revelation—
Intelligence—

Finally, we realize our error
But too late has this realization come
Watery eyes stare into a field of decay
And the last remnants of the army dies

Everlasting—
Change?

It is over, the people at the top say
But what have we gained through our struggle?
I hope it finally dawns on them that this is futile
But then, the next stream of fire is released