Reason

Through the end of times,

We climbed the stars,

To glimpse the fields of battle,

Bathe in blood and anger.

Death came riding a two headed horse, 

Carrying the dreams of the innocents,

And ungrateful souls of the unjusts. 

The war is such a thing,

So easy to begin and impossible to finish.

Why don't they let things be as they are?

Always struggling to concur lands and people.

This fight will never end.

No one can win.

They are all losers. 

Some lose their families,

Others their pride,

And a lot of them loses their lives,

Destroying one and other for no worthy reason.

We must create, 

Not otherwise!

To live strong and happy, side by side.

If you could just listen to reason. 

But they can't,

Because reason is dead,
And so am I.