-
All we do is breed fear and hate
Nothing is certain with our fate
Fly us out here in a metal crate
In the middle of the dust and rocks
Watching a year go by on our clocks
Never knowing when Death knocks
They give us guns and say fight
Shed your blood in the day and the night
Do it for your country, for your right
Not caring what happens to us
Complete strangers we must trust
Its all a game to them dawn to dusk
"You're a soldier, be proud"
They scream at us so loud
Be proud? Of this asinine crowd
To them we are just products
Lined up in a row like ducks
Being pushed til we're broken down trucks
Young men and women fighting
Every mother and father is crying
for every soldier that is dying
This has been going on and on forever
There can't be a never
War is forever and ever
Blood that can't be washed from our hands
Nightmares from what happened on those lands
Brained washed to think its glorified, thanks today's bands
This is nothing more than a pure hell
Everyday another ring from a bell
Everyday another heart breaking letter in the mail
Whats so great about a mass homicide
Whats so great about taking part in this lawful genocide
Whats so great about your souls suicide
Such a great example to our youth
Everyday the news covers the truth
Everyone lying through every tooth
Only two ways from here we can part
Survive this and get on the flying cart
Or take a bullet, that kills the beating heart
- by MidnightBlood Werewolf |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/05/2011 |
- Skip
![](https://graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/arena-images/ic_paper_corner_32x32.gif)
- Title: War
- Artist: MidnightBlood Werewolf
- Description: I wrote this when I was deployed in Afghanistan 2010-2011
- Date: 11/05/2011
- Tags: afghanistan deployed
- Report Post
Comments (0 Comments)
No comments available ...