Why do we fight these pointless battles,
When all they cause are grief?
And all they manage to do to us,
Is cloak our world in disbelief.
Do we fight these battles for those who can not?
Or do we, perhaps, fight just for the point of it?
And many more believe we fight these wars,
Just to make the other side submit.
I'm not sure why or when,
We started fighting like this,
All I know is that the thought of it,
Is enough to make me hiss.
They bring unnecessary deaths,
And unwanted abolition,
To a world that is already shrouded
In pointless ambition.
Our battles do not quite have a point,
They are not as simple as black and white,
Not as clear to distinguish,
As a raven taking flight.
We do not fight, as they call it,
For the greater good,
No, me fight for stupid things,
Instead of the things we should.
We fight over such petty things,
Such as commerce and wealth.
But it seems such a shame,
They don't even do it with stealth.
No, I still do not understand why,
We still fight these pointless things,
But there isn't a thing that can be done,
And the betrayal always stings.
A/N:
Oh, you must all really hate the poems by now.
I apologize; it's the only semi-decent thing I've ever managed to write.
XD