The Chaos Theory
In this world of ours,
Battles rage everyday
People fight and weapons meet,
Yet nothing seems to come of it
The earth is constantly in a state of chaos.
There is no peace to be spared.
We continue to clash against others
Of different race, religion, and country.
This world rests in a scarlet pool of blood
That is as old as itself
Forever, our hands are stained a deep red
And our consciences weighted down by our deeds
We will never forget the pain that war has imprinted on us,
And yet the conflicts and battles never stop.
Is it possible that we were made to fight?
Made to remove from each other the greatest gift we have ever received?