I shall mourn on the day
that those who have scorned me
lead the blind to war
Like lambs they will follow;
They wont realize they're fighting
for the wrong side
Too late will they see their folly
and my tears shall not save them
By their own choice
they will be branded
And in their blindness they will
walk through a valley of darkness
yearning for a day that never comes
...
But maybe
they're not so much blind as naive
Maybe
all they ever needed to do
was open their eyes
...
Will you let me open your eyes
before it's too late

Nick Jankowski

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-call-me-a-liar-because-you-re-afraid-you-re/