Bombs, shots and constant threats.
Hearts pumping, bodies covered in sweat.
Battle grounds painted in red,
Bodies punctured with lead.
A large comfortable leather chair,
A suit, tie and well-groomed hair.
Laughs, smiles and bodyguards for protection,
A life more or less close to perfection.
Two very different worlds,
One with luxury, in the other violence scales.
Yet those in the world of luxury call the shots,
While those in the other are killed by shots.