Your flag flies
Your brother dies...

The bullets whip and crack
Around their heads...

Thou ist dead.
So by talking to thou...

Why do politicians use their obvious poetic...
Not to portray elegant representations...

In our society
It is normality...

The glorious paintings of war,
Strung up in the castles of kings...

Everybody says this is life,
But what do they know...

Hands which existed in darkness,
Hands which were bound unjustly...

You carve a scorched mark wherever you go,
You are the wielder of a mighty sword...

A landscape of beauty,
A monument to man...