fight the enemy

Our hearts like bombs against the enemy
The only desire is glory
Peace? peace!
One cannot find peace within hearts of war
All dreams of peace are therefore corrupted
 
Never shall the guns be silent
For the eyes see not the real enemy
Our minds are poisoned
Ignoring our own screams
ignoring our own war
We fail to fix what is truly broken
 
Six feet under, silent guns wait
No match for our problem solving skills
They have fallen to the bullet of the wrong war
Another day, Another body
Another soul screaming “Avenge me”
Another heart calling “die not in vain, die not for glory”
Another gun hoping to be human and fight for humanity
A battle against ourselves
 
All is lost, none is gained
Oh say, can you see
The gloom of the graves?
The confusion of battle and war’s desolation
The ache of a heart
The blood washed hands
The war stained country