11-22-2016, 12:56 PM
You decided to read the old parchment.
The Awakening of Hatred
Dividing borders
Soldiers just following orders
They do not naturally hate
Yet their will to zealotism they abdicate
They aren't born to such hate
Yet to that zealot, their will they abdicate
Abdicate their empathy
Give their sympathy to antipathy
In them awakens hatred
Not natural, but from strings so sophisticated
Puppets to zealots, who in turn are puppets as well
They do not know of their cycle, which is so stale
They will kill
Again and again they will
They were taught this hatred
By people who too were manipulated
So to the origin of this curse
May it end and disperse
For what innocence was the first to die
Let us not say to another abstract - goodbye
Soldiers just following orders
They do not naturally hate
Yet their will to zealotism they abdicate
They aren't born to such hate
Yet to that zealot, their will they abdicate
Abdicate their empathy
Give their sympathy to antipathy
In them awakens hatred
Not natural, but from strings so sophisticated
Puppets to zealots, who in turn are puppets as well
They do not know of their cycle, which is so stale
They will kill
Again and again they will
They were taught this hatred
By people who too were manipulated
So to the origin of this curse
May it end and disperse
For what innocence was the first to die
Let us not say to another abstract - goodbye
Written by an anonymous survivor of war.
I would not give a flying flubber nugget here or there
Nor would I bother to give a flying flubber nugget anywhere
Why you ask?
For it is such a task!
Because a flying flubber nugget
Doesn't bloody exist. What? You thought this was a poem? No. I was just saying I can't give a flying flubber nugget. Your fault for expecting more.