This is where it ends,
Wounds have been created,
Bodies have been piled up,
Death are in millions,
Future is in the grey air around us,
You wish to say nothing happened,
But you are blind to think that way,
Look at what we’ve done,
I hoped and wished you see reality you and I have created,
So choose the end the final straw with you,
If death had to be my price,
Then so be it.
~Rajah Dah Bass.