Shinning silvery white.
(Ghostly shadows...)
Brave soilders holding lines
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Blotchy eyes painted red
(Inside the nightmare...)
Blackened organs of the dead
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Political wars to win a job
(Selfish aspirations...)
Forgetting all that will be lost
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Elections come for those who’ll stay.
?(Dreams of statues...)
Victorious screams and prideful waves.
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Behind those lines drawn in the sand.
(Death to death...)
Brothers kill brothers for oil and land.
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Lay down tonight and dream
(Envious of their youth...)
of all the sons that you now lead.
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