Four walls
No roof
This is where people end up when you drive the world crazy with no proof
Bang
Boom
Bam
These are the sounds in my head every time I think about how my ancestors we shot dead.
All of this for our dear Uncle Sam.
The enemies
They get a slap on the wrist
The victims...
Get A tap of the drum
We pretend that war is the equivalent of that of a thumb
All the violence in the news doesn't surprise us
Anymore
I guess we're just numb
People become numbers
As if our days weren't already.
We simply are all just surviving...
Waiting for the sleep of steady.
The world wasn't always like this though...
There was once a world us youngins could only imagine to know.
