Children's Game - Irradiance

She comes

Tell us this tale

She comes

But is it a tale?

Listen oh my friend

Sad story of humanity

Or may I say brutality

Greed of moving men

On the road to ruin

Learning nothing

Brilliant in destruction

From history

Killer on reflection

There’s no remorse

How can they be so ill?

Mass moral doesn’t exist

Creative with the steel

Yes, they are so ill

You cannot imagine

You can’t even conceive

A kind so perfidious

Tearing a child away from love

Can you see his soft flesh in line of sight

Poor pawn seeing reality

Whose mind is tasting their cruelty

Sad skin grounded of light

In the din and cries

Snatched by the flames of industry

Under shell rain, of obscurity

He only wanted to close his eyes

He streched out

There’s no trace anymore

He’s vanishing

Not even a memory

Leaving a mark

Everything’s cold and quiet

Rifle covered with sand

Child as cannon-fodder is nothing more

Than a pawn on a chess board

It’s a children’s game

Just as

We expected

It was

Not a fairy tale

Pawn on a chess board to play

This children’s game