Bloody Politics

Corks of Wine bottles, pop!

A soldier gets shot.

Joy and happiness are covered with claps.

The soldiers move in and clear the attacks.

In the state life is all good, but what about us?

You brag, we fight. you argue, we take cover, your lives are nice, yet why even bother?

we walk in the shadows..and shoot at nothings..

A glass of champaign, to forget us means trouble...

Our hearts, darken, cold and hollow.

Can you blame us why we kill, and never heal?

how about fear, and ignore what is real?

Can the Governement stare at a wounded soldier right in the eyes?

Without pretending to smile all while they lie?

Though we protect the ignorant, and destroy the innocent.

Making sense is out of the question.

Our anger and pressure condenses.

As we struggle with what little is left.

Money has taken your soul.

Remember the soldiers who are dead.