What if the past was our future,
And the future be our present?
What would our world be then?
Would it be like back when,
When the world was much simpler,
With our lives small and our bodies limper?
Or would it be like when blood
Spattered the doorways,
And combined with the mud,
On the moist, grey ground?
Of both if these pasts,
Neither was merry.
Both with blood
Of our young and our old,
Dying because others simply did what they were told.
What if our right was wrong?
And the wrong was right?
Or maybe our principles,
Aren't so normal...
Maybe the world would be better,
With our lives much less deader,
And our faith fulfilled with passion.
Our past was horrific,
But will our future be much better?
