Saturday, 28 November 2015

History never repeats itself, but it often rhymes.

Those old men in their towers
Rich in gold and oil and powers
Will never cry 'enough, I'm satisfied'

And they send out their town criers
And their skilful journaliars
And they cast their spell so trusted and so tried

See the other, over there?
What they're doing is unfair
And their ways are wrong and evil and obscene

We must fear them and must hate them
And completely decimate them
For while they live the world is never clean

So they'll march boys off to war
as they've marched them off before
And they beat the drums of falsehood and of shame

And if judgement's to be had
between what's good and bad
then first you need to ask the killer's name

In tenuous response to Light & Shade Challenge's "Incantation" and Studio30Plus's "Attack"