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StraightJacketRed — Aftermath
Published: 2008-07-08 19:45:13 +0000 UTC; Views: 203; Favourites: 2; Downloads: 4
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Black sky’s cover the coast,civilians wander like ghosts,
lead fly’s through the most,
the bombs scream on post.
The clanging of metal,
the dust never settles.
A man who will peddle
our things in a kettle.
The gun barrel hot,
our solders are bought.
For a war we fought,
they leave, we rot.
Our children cry,
and people buy,
things that are high,
and we ask why?
The megalomaniac shifts,
taking power is no gift.
Our spirits will lift,
but fall into a rift.
We failed, we lost,
our hopes tossed.
Many lives cost.
And we’re bossed.
Its all over...
