TheIronyOfItAll

Isn't it ironic?

How the good built the catastrophic?

The subtleties, the turns, the twists,
The lies, the whys, the how-could-I-have-missed-its,

Oh, isn't it ironic?
How our creation was our downfall?
A butterfly effect that nearly killed us all?
 How all it took was a look in the mirror, for us to meet our match?
And how we thought we could start a bloody battle, and emerge without a scratch?

Oh isn't it ironic?
We told the children they are the future,
And then made them stay the same,

Now it's not "we", it's us and them,
And it's not too late for us to change

Oh, isn't it ironic,
Oh, so painfully ironic,
Things never turned out how we thought,
And we were blinded by a truth we held,
Fighting a war that was all for naught.

So, I implore you,
Stand up for your rights,
Shout out your fears, and battle them
Fight smarter, fight bright

Don't let a predicted outcome trap you
There's always room for change
Let us all be a little ironic
And, perhaps someday, we'll all laugh