The war is done,
The right has one.
Defeated and banished,
Is the evil one.
Cheers and celebrations galore,
And all are jolly like never before.
But alone in the peaceful world I find,
That many a thought is troubling my mind.
For all the peace has shed light,
On a sobering fact disturbing me alone.
Thought the world may be cured of violent blight,
I am left a rebel with nothing to fight.
