At the End of the Day 

When the sunlight fades, end of the day, 

What last words will we all say, 

We had the garden, threw it away, 

Now there’s only Hell to pay, 

Wise men and sages all down through time, 

Tried and tried to tell us war is a crime, 

But never heard since we crawled from the slime, 

Just kept on hating, no reason or rhyme,