Fears and worries
Fill the hearts
Frightening our dying young
They struggle alone
Stumble and fall
These burdens are not their own
Fighting a war of
Grandfathers past
Doing their duty
No questions asked
A mouth of revenge
Has a bloody taste
But they don't consider that
Grabbing their riffles in
Haste
Blind eyes
Open fire
Deaf ears
Ignoring shrieks
Mute mouths
Breathing curses while
Quickened feet
Flee the scene
A bullet wound for a
Shot of peace
Makes their world
Go round
