Fruitless Tree

A day when men tried to change the course
Only to create a path with many holes
Whispering a hope that is out of reach
Creating War that has no end

Creating a rift within the people
Chasing families out of their homes
Giving children Arms that cause hostility
So they can be King of flat hills

First refusing talks so not to end the blames
Then creating governments that have short lives
Bringing outside help that only fueled the flames
Please come together so we can end the Games