To the patriots.

You cry in vain, O ye who dread
We laugh at you for you lie dead.
Your tears we mock, because we are
The ones that bring pain from afar.

Were you the bad guys? Or the good?
It matters much less than it should.
Or maybe it means far too much.
Be as it may, we've burned your crutch.

We are one, yet many more
And we have led you to death's door.
You have no choice but to go through.
Are you sure now your cause was true?

Was your mission based in greed?
Or on a just and righteous need?
Which one was it? Fell or fair?
We delight for you despair.

Good night, O foolish and abject.
Your hopes and dreams have all been wrecked.
You may grasp for yesterday,
But it's too late to turn away.

Yours in derision,

War