War

Slain was the one on which hope rested
Vain was the search for a finer weave
The bloodied banner from dead hands wrested
Obscured by murdering tounges that cleave
Words and split hairs 'til dawns coming
Never resting ere dusk falls
So we're all like new ducks swimming
Oblivious to mother's calls
So long ago our roots remembered
We know not what we forgot
And even though truth was dismembered
We act as though we know it not
And in this ignorance we wage our war
And never think to ask; whatever for?