A pain, without gain.
Defeated, unrewarded
The question still dangles somewhere,
Why was it even started?
Proof less, you accused us
Then what else could you say?
To meet your evil intentions,
Perhaps war was the only way
But the lives lost, cannot be revived,
The tears wept, cannot be dried
The broken toys cannot be mended
Nor the hearts, of those who survived
So as you leave, now that you’re done,
May I just dare to ask you?
Was it all worth it then?
Or has man lost his value?
Please don’t blame all this on fate,
If your heart melts, so does your hate,
Your redemption, is not out of courtesy, sir,
Time is lost. Now it’s too late.