Grinder Of War

An act that gives our children no way out,
because in boxes they come back stiff and stout.
We tell our children to honor family and nation,
but when its all over where is their salvation.
Lost in orders that bring morals to the very end,
where they have to kill others who may have been a friend.
For in the future what could one really say,
when we bare weapons to hunt humans as prey.
No talks to hold back the hammer of hate,
no in the bliss of blood letting we seal our fate.
Rape of mind and body the winner becomes master and lord,
baring down on the weak and stacking the dead cord after cord.
Bodies build a tower to testify to the winners might,
but in the darkness of all lives involved is an unyielding sight.
Anyone that sleeps could dismiss as real,
for every vision of life in which we kill.
All for County, family, and freedom that must survive,
only to let the true machines of war thrive.
The grinder of war built on blood and steel crushing every bone,
will never stop until we are all alone.
War fueled by misunderstanding, religion, and greed,
take hold of our minds and make our children bleed.
Government telling us to stay strong,
but they shelter their young now is that wrong?
So before you go in thinking that the government is right,
you better look at all the angles and see the plight.
For you have to do what is said,
because if you don't then you too will be dead.
In life can you live with what you have done,
for in the end you will be judged by only one.

Written By
Robert Le Niswander
Copyright 2005