PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

Men invented weapons

To kill their brother,

Language to invoke lies

And delight in destruction.

With hands that should have built,

They created instruments of pain,

And with words that could have united,

They spread the poison of resentment.

In the place where truth should reign,

They built empires of illusion,

And instead of extending a hand,

They chose the path of devastation.

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