The leaders told the defenders to hold the ground, help was on the way
But they lied, there was no one, no one did anything, the foe was there
The convoys of armor, soldiers without honor, tried to breach the gates
The leaders waved flags, gave speeches, but none of them really cared
But it was others who died, it was others who faced a final cost to pay
As the end comes and as the world then ignores an accomplished fate
Does nothing matter unless you see it, or you're the one to be betrayed?
