ANOTHER MAN'S LAND

Nation upon nation
King upon king
Each desirous of another mans land

Wars ignited for the gluttony
of the rulers right hand
To seek and to surge
To purge and devour

Never pleased,
never is he satisfied
Until all would be his

What is gaining all?
What is left to be sought?
Riches, power, fame?
But no, nothing left to be sought
For all is his
Nothing is he without

So, in having all, he has lost all
All reason and drive, all ambition and love

What good is it then,
to desire another man's land?
But rather is it good
to desire one's own land

The riches upon the plains
The power from within
The fame from his own
For in his own land
is land yet to be discovered
A people yet to be adored