The days lost by Ugo Sanchez

Gone are the days
The rulers stood at the war front.
Gone are the days
They all fought on common ground.
Gone are those days......
Now they hide behind walls,
Walls built by skeletons.
And creep behind tables,
Like rats going home.
Cowardice;
Have become the order of our days.
The young are sent into battle
With no amrs or just their arms.
While their women worry,
And hope,
They get more than a hand to bury.
But the rulers drink themselves to oblivion,
As if alchohol gives immortality.
Gone are the days Kings die Like flies,
Because of what they believe in,
Hope,Hate and even Love.
But cursed are these times we live in,
Where the leaders live for too long,
Probably,prodigees of Methusalah
And the young are close to their graves,
Before they even get a chance to touch a crown.
Gone are the days
War is waged to bring peace
Now,it's waged to end peace.
Now,
I ask for your forgiveness
and pray to,
Who ever is responsible
For these curses to my home
To bring back
The days we have lost.