Blindness
Our eyes are blind,
To the suffering of war,
We are the kind,
Who’d rather not to die,
But they can - they are not us…
The only innocent are ones,
Whe died, armless, in our wars,
Wars for the wealth and fame,
Who cares about their fate,
They are not of any worth,
We need no people - rather gold!
But where is the bold,
Who can all this hold?
Is such a soul,
Among weak human crowd?
Who, unlike we, sees?
Who could bid his life?
For peace, to end the war?