Danger Is No Stranger

Danger is no stranger. But more of a close friend. When those are born, Seeking dominance and prominence... With this to do with weapons to use. It's a 'thing', Embedded in the minds of many to wish. To explore the ending of a civilization. Bored with a living in peace. Without conflict. Archaeologists continue to discover, Ruins and artifacts. Relics from a long gone past. Left wondering to ask themselves, Why such advancements end not to last. Danger is no stranger. To those without vision. Or creative imagination. Beyond bombs to drop. And populations to kill. With a turning decent people, Into enemies. Just for the thrill. Done to do to test, How far their insecure... Mentalities can get. Then seen to be the ones sobbing, Expressing their sorrows... Over selfish feeding, Of a need to greed that leaves... Repeatedly, No comprehension. Repeatedly, No thought process. And repeatedly... Nothing that connects their minds, As to how they would allow themselves... Living amongst abundance. Could not find a way to live, Without proving they can be... Rulers of Destruction. And Disciples of Entitled Ignorance!