War Drums

Billions of souls now laid to rest
Played just like pawns in chess
Life deferred with a final breath
Swept away by the hand of death

Fight for land
Kill for state
Pride of man
Seals his fate

Decimate each other's homes
Continue the cycle
Woe to thee, progress
Millenia of slaughter!

Onward

For the tribe
Begat the state
But always there
The burning hate

War drums of old
Replaced by tv screens
They both drive the bloodlust

Has anything changed?
By no means, you are man
Trapped in the cycle
Doomed to repeat the past
The clock still turns
Until the 13th hour