Years Labour
built houses,
apartments, 
hospitals,
schools,

It is the same labour that created
Arms, 
ammunitions, 
tanks, 
warships
to destroy the same creation,

Our whole life is paradox;
We live to create
And succeeded in creating 
That very thing which 
destroys our creation,

In a loop, we're running
Searching and creating meaning,
Taking the help of destruction
we give us the motivation to soak 
our hands in blood and gore,

A person lived this life before
He was like us busy in the process
Of creating and destroying,
Our friend! Our Prototype!
Our Sysiphus!