Curse my fathers

I'm a young soldier
Doing as I told

Never felt alive

Fighting a battle started by old 

Haven't lived a day

I'm a slave already sold 

No destination No fate

Except I'll be back in a wooden crate 

I was borned in love and warmth

Now I'm just a body of hate ever so cold 

Never felt love in my life

I'm a stranger to feelings so hard to behold 

I used to be soft

I used to be kind

They turned me into a gun

For their cause of power and gold 

Oh my fathers, curse upon your names

You put young and innocent in graves 

Oh my fathers, you rotten minds

You throw your sons on landmines 

Oh my fathers, You died old in peace

While we collected our friends piece by piece 

You sinned and we paid

You walked to your so called heavens

On the roads of blood that we paved 

PayamSafiri