There is no learning of lessons
There is no maturing of human minds
There are no behavioral changes
Savagery is the tie that binds.
Blood is on the hands of everyone
Torture with a self-justified excuse
All wear the mask of civility
Before the hounds of hell are let loose.
Cold to the suffering of others
Indifferent to their cries and pleas
The lock that houses more wars
Comes with an extra set of keys.
Born with the ability to feel
Apathetic to its demise
On the road to self-destruction
Paved with centuries of lies.
The species which sings about heavens
While it carries out actions of hell
The darkness is home to madness
Under the guise of a white light spell.
We have come as far as we can go
Our borrowed time is running thin
An endless waste of endless potential
Of the greatness that might have been.