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)
- Published: June 6th, 2022 12:16
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
A well stated piece regarding the ugliness of war.
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