In a bloody conflict
Who can predict?
That final outcome
A pyrrhic win for some
Is a loss for all
Survival an endless brawl
In death does it matter if right?
You still go into that last night
You will be judged by what you do
And who might have been killed by you
A poet, artist, sinner or saint
A human being grasp on life too faint
There needs to be an end to conflict
Having to be right must be kicked
Proving it in countless numbers
No one in the world safely slumbers