Theater of the Absurd

To err is human but how long does the error go on before it becomes inhumane?
How many lives must fade, how many mothers must shed their tears in vain
We cry our martyrs, we cry our heroes, but do we actually feel pain

My mother tells me stories, my father tells me tales of a time much better
My grandmother swears of a time when blood ran thicker
A time when light from the candles of hope never did flicker

I’m ashamed to live now, I’m frustrated beyond reason
I can’t call it anything less than treason
Tainted are the hands of souls sold to the demon

You have failed us, you have gravely erred
To err is human or so I’ve heard
But you dear SIRS are mere puppets in this theater of the absurd