Misunderstood Poem by Matthias Pantaleon

Nightfall - how much oil is left in the lantern
Hurry; let's strive for eternal light of peace
Else, we'll walk the night in the same pattern
As men who lack the pedigree to set a pace

A people bound with lies and bloodguiltiness
Their tongue is synonymous with falsehood
All the chanting and re-echo lack tidiness
We're short sighted, there is no brotherhood

In the end, we will be the surest victim
Nothing that we know will survive the night
Only the fist of death coming in seriatim
Without gainsay, we will add to our plight

In the onset, we misunderstood ourselves
Posterity will remember us as toothless wolves