Cost of Victory

Don’t know why all today
Just so much do expect,
For all that I now know
There is this congenital flaw,
That success, is to reach
The top however steep,
At the cost of love and peace,
This victory is defeat.

Making money all the way
You think that makes you best?
For all that you do care,
Is how to never have to share,
You grind your worker in the mill,
Flog the farmer while he tills,
Am the lord think you will,
And still hone your skill to kill.

When the Fuehrer made foray,
Put his guns and men to test,
Tore all that he could see,
Crushing who dared to cry and plea.
With only London left to fall,
He sought to rule the world,
He had to lose it all
And history will repeat.


When ends the long day,
The victor’s left with no respect
For all that he now has
Like a hollow empty vase
With no flowers in within,
Is a soul so shallow thin,
He can grin and say,” I win!”
But this victory is a sin.

This is all that I can say,
One day as you try to rest,
You’ll hear a voice inside,
Which in every heart resides.
Will ask you only this,
What you won and what you lost?
Did you make of life the most?
Was it worth to pay the cost?