Down below the battered house,
We sit, we breathe no sound.
For above walks solid boots,
Along the wounded ground.
Bloodied screams soar above
We cringe at every note.
The leaders laugh at every decay
We pray and cry for another way.
How can the fathers let this be?
How can our brothers join their decree?
The children hide under roofs of blazing rocks.
Earth lets out her cries of pain,
As bomb and dagger pierce her soiled flesh.
Innocent ruby red flows into streams, down,
Along the sodden trench.
Dog tags send out high pitched thrills,
As comrades fall to their deaths.
But mother opens her soiled arms
And comforts those fallen against her breast.
For blood and soil become one,
As the leaders greed kill our sons.
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