I Am A Number
The fighting began a year ago today
I began to noticed this world start to decay
People of this world's lives began to burn
All attended school but history they did not learn
The young fight blindly their lives they pay
Brain washed robots as some would say
Formations made of young and poor, as far as the eye could see
Here comes the speech about what kind of heroes you all will be
You will do as I say and most important is to control the fear
Magicians making free will disappear
I remember hearing hey soldier do not think just react
So lost, hoe do they want us to act
They can make you do anything with their lies they tell
Yeah, terrorist came and the towers fell
To combat I go a green mean fighting machine
Only to find out I'm a number not a human being
BOOM reality hits and it's way, way to late
Fighting for that peace that never opens it's gate
Thoughts about this hell every single day and night
They won, you have no choice but to stay and fight..
By Bobby J Evans
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