Success: Motivator

Calamity

Look at the calamity that we live in,
Every time I walk I start reliving,
Before they lost where they were living,
Tears that are still living,
We have no right to be angry,
While we never check on the family,
The family that lost a son,
A brother that could have had one,
They never reached their sun,
And yet we demand pain while they cry,
Tears for a name that could never fly,
A life that meant to live in peace,
Will now be a war piece,
A bird that was awaiting its release,
Lost brought out the army,
But then again who are we,
We are not the family,
Listen to the wishes that are filled with depravity,
Word that damage this frail mind,
We take a business and insert into our mind,
We take death as an example to grind,
We are the ones that bought disaster,
With war our life goes faster,
And we pretend to be the pastor,
We lie about the war and the reason to go after,
Taking use of what was gone,
Using the name of that lost son,
We are animals that hunger for blood,
To live we must see that blood,
And then ask again who is the monster,
As we start to hunger,
And we aim our rifles to conquer.