Peace is dead.
‘n so it is read,
on stone within the gates of Nevermore.
Apathy now the sitting Crown.
‘n Sympathies cower ‘n bow to Its power—
Those ruled by Dark ‘n weakened in heart
whose minds wane shallow ‘n eyes depart
a hard reality veiled ‘n forgot.
Yet thru the cloaked ‘n haunting gore,
vile bloodshed, confinement, torture ‘n more,
echoes the call for Peace from high on Tor.
‘n so across the lands a Vegan Uprising stands
to unseat Apathy ‘n rally Sympathy’s demands.
For the resurrection of Peace for ALL in Evermore.