Aftermath

After the battle, what will be left
Mountains of rubble and ashes
Promises broken, treachery kept
Saving the precious possessions

Those who are guilty never to face
Punishment, trial and justice
Money and power always replace
Fires and storms everlasting

After the battle, what will be left
Fury misguided and fruitless
Look at the summit, search for a cleft
Only to hang on a bootlace

Lies and delusions clouding our thoughts
Stronger and deeper by minute
Burning the scarecrows, twisting the plot
Life is too cruel not to live it