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My time is up again
Back from another war
To quiet civilization
I thought it was so
All the blood and guts
Praying it was the last
Men's pointless hatred
Chaotic uncounted deaths
Transitioned civilian
Emergent care, my calling
Everyday catastrophes
Accidental, or by intent
Life's toll on mortals
Who live careless or ignorant
Acceptable losses, unsure
Lives end too in their time
Inner city casualties
Victims of themselves
Never fight for country
Life is too tough
Environmental victims
Free will is of all men
To live and die with purpose
Not a destructive course
Where is the heroism
Exploiting other's vices
Societal sycophants
Giving nothing, taking all
Writhing in my presence
Stabbed or shot
Pleading to live on
Crying desperately, Mama!
Bringing their guilt
Lossing another fooled youth
Grasping for life
A chest tube trophy
Enemies on all sides
Police, gangsta's, victims, friends
Nothing but shame and fear
In a fatally obscurred world
An insignificant street corner
In a rain-soaked, a faded heap
This dollar store shrine
Candle stubs, stuffed bears...rotten
Somewhere a mother's heart broken
The carnage yet goes on
I know it so, her weeping I hear
Regret and remorse are near us
This needless bedlam
There is no end to see
Gangsta's fodder, fools' forum
Prisons delay their fate
But in the early end
It's always the same
A grown body is not a grown mind
A dead body, can never learn
I knew war was pointless
The horrific destruction
The barbarism of men, still
Back in the world again...
Ww WwWw Ww: Top 3
| 1. | Misericordia quid |
| 2. | Mariupol In War |
| 3. | 1984 |
Expresii din "Gangsta' Fodder"
| 1. | Back in the world |
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