The heavy canon of War,
Is climbing the bloody web of History,
All in the name of Religion and Ideology?
Star of David,
Cross and Crescent,
Red and Blue Stars,
Are all firmly implanted in its path.
A Butterfly of innocent nature,
And a Dove of Peace,
Are silent witnesses.
But what is there hiding,
In the eye of the web?
The claws of the Spider,
Waiting for the end of history.
