We march.
Steps creating a steady rhythm.
Left. Right. Left. Right.
A rhythm which will haunt me until my deathbed.

We were promised glory.
We were promised riches.
We were promised peace.

You cannot have glory through death.
You cannot be rich, knowing the suffering of the poor…
You cannot achieve peace through bloodshed.

Look! Just see through this smoke!
Look in the mirror.
We’re not just killing each other, but ourselves too.

We are no longer human.
We are merely tools of those who have the ability to brainwash us.

Making us no longer able to differentiate between right and wrong.
Making us believe that killing is right.

That glory is achieved through bloodshed.
That riches is achieved through bloodshed.
That peace is achieved through bloodshed.

What naivety.
What childish thoughts.
What sadistic and ugly thoughts.

We are not Gods of this world.
We are not intelligent creatures.
We are not saviours.

We are demons of the earth.
We plague the land with our slaughtering and terrorising of one another.

Praying for peace, sending children to war.

God help this forsaken world.

For peace is something which we animals will never achieve.