We Are All But Worms

We Are All But Worms
By FinalGamer</i>

Rising from the ground
We stand before a new dawn
With a new list to create
Of obituaries

When we ready our arms
To fight them once again
The worms over there
On the greener side of grass

For too long have they
Punished us with their weapons
Their mortars and grenades
To make crater tombs for us

But no more when we
Have gained equal weaponry
To finally kill them all.

You would ask me why
What do worms have to fight for
Other than the grass here
No different from their grass

But it means much more
Than who has the greenest grass
Or the softest soil
It's all about power

To show those other worms
Who are the greatest worms
Among this hole-ridden
Battlefield of hate

When at the end of this day
When we are alive here
And they are all dead among scorched earth.

But do not think we hate them
When we shoot them all down
For you notice our smiles
Even when friends die

For to us it is nothing but a game
Where friends and enemies
Share the same cemetery
Only left with rows of grins

Because we have learnt
How meaningless our lives are
Compared to you humans
Who fight for so much more

We don't own the land
Nor do we possess money
Or suffer injustices.

The only thing we have
Is a war that never ends
Which we made to give us
A meaningful existence

For we are but worms
Crawling on our bellies
From birth until our death
Never with a place in life

And yet you, mankind
We have learnt of war from you
But only took out the purpose
To make our own little game

For we have no reason
To live or to die
So we gave ourselves one.

Do you see now why
We have a war upon us
Without any motive
Just to kill each other

And we thank you humans
For the idea of
A purpose to become
Heroes and villains

Whether we're good or evil
It is still a purpose
And to us that is a blessing
Which you should understand

After all don't all of you
Wish you had one in life
Towering above us like gods?