War

As an old wise man told me once
While feel pain can sleep peacefully
But when someone did feel pain
Never being able to sleep
Old fool I thought and now I see
How cruel their sadistic words

War! War!

I was in today
Lost… Errant
Not that I support
Without the people hate…
Whithout a king to meet
But more noble seems

You are your own king
Suffer from greed and loneliness
Building the hand doesn´t read below
Allow live bled
Who believe and want to be
Even when the war is lost
Hear the people who really trust
Although not wanting to believe

Nourished by resentment…
Otherwise life without love…
Repelled by tradition…
Of those who still have…
What is the solution?
Try to understand?
Their own illusion?