Canvas of history
Forever painted in red
Shows us the right mirror
Mankind has never been kind
Battle after battle
Peace has been butchered
Yet we dream and hope white dove
Will save us
Love will bail humanity
Even in garb of peace
We know to fight our
Cold wars
Power wars
Without weapons
Even between you and me
We identify the Other
To keep the fight on
We need victims
To feel the power
Even if we don’t butcher
We bully in good humor
To eliminate the Other
Upmanship may drown us
Yet we steer our ships with pride
Towards annihilation and regret
Metaphorical Phoenix
Rises from the ashes
But we keep the embers burning
To start the next war
With every hope demolished
Love turns into a refugee
Mad Decadence 