Confusion and chaos ensue,
Voices in torment,
Scream out in anguish,
Babies separated from their mother's,
Bodies under the Rubble,
A sorry sight to behold,

Similar species,
Viciously fighting against each other,
Over the smallest differences,
Perfectly manufactured by leaders,
For in the chaos, they thrive Le,

In the scrutiny of the public,
Arch-enemies they are,
Behind closed doors,
Bosom friends they become,
Patiently waiting to reap,
Benefits of causing war.

By God I wish,
We all could know better,
And truly see them for what they really are
Havoc wreckers,
Who use divide and conquer,
To subdue us, unsuspecting gullible citizens.


© muse 254