A field of blossoms,
Sparkle in the light,
Though they seem divine,
Don’t let it fool your eye.

Built on bloodshed,
But not ours, you see,
We were goaded on,
To benefit their greed.

Taken from our homes,
A gun ****** to our hand,
They sit back and say,
“Fight for your motherland.”

Blinded by outrage,
We make another field,
“Worthless, inhuman”
Slaughtered as they yield.

Bellicose nations,
Eventually will turn,
Their quest for power,
Will cause them all to burn.

Those who see them,
For what they really are,
Targeted like those,
Who have been slain thus far.

A field of blossoms,
Sparkle in the light,
Though they seem divine,
Don’t let it fool your eye.