Waiting
As a farmer waits for rain but there will be no joy when it comes
“Last chance”
The words are meaningless, minds are made up
Preparation
Weapons and food but who can prepare for the loss of life
The world still turns
Like a giant carousel without the smiles
Time ticks by
Each minute, closer to what seems inevitable
Fear or ignorance
Fear will not make it change, ignorance cannot erase it
Confusion
Is it right or wrong, who can decide
News reports
Flashing all day with discoveries, but is it mud on our eyes
Protesting
Voices are raised, others join, they are seen but not heard
Military forces
Real people, sent to defend their country in a game – without an off button
Conflict
Races, religions and nations form gangs with the world as their street
Questions
Nobody has answers, only excuses
Power
The age-old craving takes over
Nervous
An uncertain future, the introduction is complete but conclusions are unpredictable
Targets
A guessing game, some strategies, no second thoughts
Attack
Men become machines, without heart, fuelled by endless supplies of anger and fear
And so
The battle begins