Alone in the crowd
Divided in their mind
The strangers of the kind
Wage the wars of the guard
Ideas instead of love
Lost in their endless conflicts
They are never able to see….
They were used by the elite
Foot soldiers of the order
Slaves to their cause
Fighting for nebulous reasons
Even they don’t understand
Separated by design
Send to alienate, 
They burn, pillage, mock
Demons of the NWO
Unable to reason, cut off from critical thought
Lay waste to tradition
Destroy the past
Unable to comprehend the future they create
Unaware of the past, they emulate
As the cycles complete
The land is laid waste
The world burns
Society dies
Only silence is left in their wake
To mark the passage of the species called
Human.

An Original Poem By H.R Beebe