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