Prose - Why Are Our Soldiers Dying?
Prose - Wasted Lives
Why are our soldiers dying?
Their unborn children are crying
A nation sleeps ignoring the pain
Dreaming only of personal gain
Our anger has become numb
We are blind, deaf and dumb
Secure inside our own fortress
It appears we could not care less
That the dreams of a soldier are moot
Never having the chance to take root
Instead they remain a pawn
To be used only by the strong
While the sheep continue to wander
Unknowing in the fields we squander
Our knowledge and ability to alter
A nation’s soul so we continue to falter
On the path to progressive enlightenment
And instead maintain action that is abhorrent
To the whole of mankind and its ideals
Refusing to grant audience to the appeals
Of the weakest among us all
Who historically take the fall
For the ambitions of soulless ones
Trampling on the bones of our sons
Diluting the water of courage
Creating an atmosphere to discourage
Us from rising up as we should
Banding together in a brotherhood
Of good Samaritans praying for equality
And ending the marriage of life and frivolity
In order to secure peace among all men
And beg for the killing to end