Roaming throughout the rolling fields,

Amongst the blades of grass,

Shielding my eyes from the brilliant bright sun,

Praying each moment won’t pass.

And the waves of endless green,

In the breeze glistens like water,

In each step captured as a moment in time,

In this wilderness that I wander.

But I open my eyes, to find no blade of grass,

There no amber waves I see,

Just concrete and cold steel, and sheer walls of glass,

And miles of endless city.

So here we have arrived my brother, in this cold and darkest of places, where brave men come to leave their lives to the realm of the dying and the dead. Whose arms have been raised mightily on high to wage war in the name of kings who know not of such things as courage to do their own bidding, but choose instead to hide in the cowardice of their falsehoods.

Let us reach the day my brother, when we do not arrive at such places and stand before our loving God to spill each others blood, and to come before him not for the cause of giving death but for the celebration of the glorious life that he has given us. Let us reach the day when we shall hold fast to the love of our women and children and teach them tolerance, compassion and love for them to lead and live the future, from this moment on, to the final passing of time.

Let us reach the day when such dark hearts where dwells the evils of such men as Kings and tyrants be vanquished from this earth forever, and never more be seen nor heard of in name or ways of any other from this day forth. Let us reach the day brother, when we gather our masses beneath one sky not for the purpose of slaughtering the innocent or punishing the guilty, instead let us come together as men and women of but one race of humans, to share in the glorious bounty of our mother earth, least we shall not bow our heads in sullen shameful defeat, nor shout to the heavens the names of corrupt kings in celebration of victory for the spoils of war.