MR.apocalypse

WW1

As the parties rise, They go for the youth

They tell them lies, they take it as truth

Manipulate the children so they salute

And the one they hail is a genocidal brute

The invasion begins and so does the death

They cannot be at fault so they name a pest

The order is now to eliminate 

Enslave the town obliterate

After that, we hide away 

We need time to configurate

A battle plan against the border

We need suffering to have an order

The shipments here time to take admission

We give  a numbered tattoo as a new addition

The soldiers' feeble shallow minds

Carrying pills of cyanide

The slaves dig graves for them selfs and their friends

Eating wood shaving pancakes and arsenic blend

The burning piles of flesh and bones

The pale grey sky murderous tones

The noose on the neck as the others watch

the floor is moved his vitals drop

Blood drips on the man's tavern rags

Throw his body in  a pile forget about bags

The books that are read are chosen by me

Can't have anybody realizing there not free

I ban the news and then make my own

A nazi radio in every home

“We have food to eat” then go ask my mother

“Nobody has died” so then where is my brother

 They manipulate till they salute

But towards his own head was the way he shoots

  • Author: Mr,apocalapse (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 6th, 2022 12:16
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • RL Randall

    A well stated piece regarding the ugliness of war.



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