Once the anger subsides, I’m left
With time to think, rebuild what was before,
Without arms builders, widespread theft,
After the big one, no more wars.
Cannons that changed the skies color,
Blood red, magenta, yellowed skin,
Strife result of mighty dollar,
Never will calm the beast again.
Words fail in any description,
Nothing truly has been written,
Old greeks rich in their finery,
Sit on thrones of shining ivory.
Talk of heroes and gods and kings.