They say we fight for the greater good,
That all our sacrifice is for gain.
But in the end, when all things are counted
Is it all worth the extent of the pain?
"Just hold on, it will get better,"
Hah! the words of fools.
Because only I seem to know,
We're only just the tools.
We don't mean anything to anyone,
Not unless we have a place of power.
We won't ever have anyone,
Nobody to help us out of our darkest hour.
Not one person cares about the life of another,
Because they are all worthless in the end.
We know there won't be anyone here,
Who will want to make a true amend.
They say they care about our well-being,
But we know better then to believe,
These cold and calculating lies.
We know not to trust one who will deceive.
So here we are once again,
At the crossroads of truth and lies.
And all secrets seem to lay hidden,
Behind the most innocent eyes.
We have been deceived and lied too,
And yet nobody seems to care,
All of them wither under,
An unsuspecting glare.
So forget the lives of others,
Care only for yourself,
Do not give a care,
About others' health.
It will all be returned one day,
As is the way with fate.
It will be returned with more,
Then twice the amount of hate.
A/N:
I suspect you already know what I'm going to say about poems, so I won't say it. Please review!
