Approaching A Wasteland. Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

A wasteland.
A wasteland.

Destruction everywhere.
The bodies pile up.
A mass grave, light a torch and watch them burn.
Is this what we stand for?

A wasteland.

No honesty or good intention.
Baseless greed, a fight for power.
Who controls, can never be controlled.
And I am part of it.
It make me sick in my stomach.

A monument built upon this wasteland.
The rise and fall of bones, skin and blood.
Regret is all one feels in such a sobering moment.
Why was any of this necessary?
They were my first thoughts.
They are always my thoughts.

A wasteland.
Always has been.
A wasteland.
There is no stopping it.

There got to be a diplomatic approach to neutralizing a waning war in seasons.
A parting of the heart to the burning sun in a deserts run.
How far have we come, how far to we have yet to go.
Secrets drift as the winds wash away the dunes.
And I know that we are responsible.
We are at fault, for the easy life we live.
And we waste so much, with no regret some say our sovereignty is more important.
But is it a country way of life we our trying to protect with the murder of innocent?
Silently, Quietly, Speak out against and face treason, or your be slandered as mad man or just completely ignored.
Who cares what one man says, he is just one unfaithful American.
But I don't desire violence or revenge, I don't rise up instead I just move on throwing the peace sign along the way.
You people are the fools, destroying the world your grand kids will never know.
I can't stop you, I can't change you, but I can walk away from this wasteland.
This Wasteland,
This Wasteland....