Old Russian Tale
So sad we say this sad old song
So sad we know how it begins
So sad we know how it ends
Why do we find joy in desolation
Fun in destruction
& Gladness in others pain?
Why do we ignore the way of love
Her promises & rewards
But beckon on the path of pain
Why is Russia in a rush to repeat a cycle of doom,
Is a man an island by threats of violence?
Who really has the monopoly of war?
Or the supreme power to violence?