Ephemeral Pas de Deux: A Dance of Dollars and Power
(Verse 1)
A shadow of war, lies in our eyes,
War is but a tax on happiness for the political prize.
Ordinary folks in the fire’s embrace,
Their lives mere pennies in the market of war’s grace.
(Chorus)
War, a dance of dollars and power,
It devours our souls and hearts by the hour.
Not in vain is war, a game for the ambitious,
Their ambitions intoxicate like a venomous vicious.
(Verse 2)
Heroes of war, who are they?
Mere pawns in the hands of deceitful kings, some say.
Stars on their shoulders gleam with a lie,
Empires in shadows, people in the flames lie.
(Chorus)
War, a dance of dollars and power,
It devours our souls and hearts by the hour.
Not in vain is war, a game for the ambitious,
Their ambitions intoxicate like a venomous vicious.
(Bridge)
Dreams take flight like doves in the sky,
But war tears away their wings, oh, how they cry.
Hearts beat in unison, dreams in captivity,
Blood on the hands of those playing with authority.
(Chorus)
War, a dance of dollars and power,
It devours our souls and hearts by the hour.
Not in vain is war, a game for the ambitious,
Their ambitions intoxicate like a venomous vicious.
(Outro)
Let peace light the candles of hope,
And may politicians know the silence to cope.
Hearts unite in the song of peace,
Together, like a river, towards the light we shall cease.
Prose
In the haunting shadows of war, we find ourselves entangled in a deceitful dance, where the toll on joy is but a tax paid for the pursuit of power. Ordinary lives are tossed into the fiery abyss, their value reduced to mere coins in the grand spectacle of conflict.
War, a macabre ballet of dollars and might, devours our souls in the cold, dark night. It’s no game for the humble and pious but a venomous and vicious pursuit fueled by the ambitions of those intoxicated by power.
War’s heroes, shrouded in mystery, emerge as mere pawns in the twisted game orchestrated by deceitful kings. The stars on their shoulders, once symbols of honor, now shine with the cold gleam of lies, while empires thrive in the shadows, leaving innocence to wither away.
Dreams, like doves in the sky, take flight only to be shredded by the cruel winds of war. Hearts beat together, trapped in a cell of disillusionment, with blood on the hands of those playing with the spellbinding powers that govern.
In this haunting narrative, may peace light the candles of hope. As we navigate the silence of introspection, let hearts unite in a song of peace. Together, like a river, we shall cease our march towards the blinding light of conflict, reclaiming the essence of humanity.