The Fickle War
The battering of drums, the marching of boots create the war song
Boots on bodies, feet’s on face…crumpled predecessors midst the throng
The delicate blade of feathers colliding with the rough ruthless knifes
Dried faced soldiers choked with the emotions from longing letters of wife’s
The autistic generals pull the puppets to become the martyr cannon fodders
Brave upon brave youth die at the cowardly attempts of missile loggers
The scene is set let me welcome you to the escapades of War
No there are no thrills partner, just blood, death & Gore
General of Hades Army
Rattle of guns is all I hear, but that’s what I’m here for, see gore
Loyal to the birth land, promised women through rape, murder or more
Rise victorious in this just crusade, those bastards dared to confront us
My home, the blessed land, shall leave trails of militants in the Sahara dust
I have morals, yet all is fair in love and war, no fickle fate or destiny
I notice a modest lady whole soon become my war whore, my war booty
I shall first invade the mental barriers of those who oppose
My men then shall physically destroy defenceless rows
I am the general, generalise and mislead my men
To commit sins, while I lay safe in my den
Foot Soldier of Hades Army
I rise above the ranks, unleash a round from my mind
Towards the enemy banks, gun and body entwined
Messages from elders instruct the moral maniac to act
Against the rights and wills of UN, a self created pact
An eye for an eye, therefore I shall sow the bodily seeds
The tempest in the sky, tells I shall reap the bloody deeds
I have no regrets, I shall shoot till the human body can bare
Stare at the gun flare air infused with hate no love nor care
No care....for I chose the path of the man to sin and lie
Live by the gun, die by the gun, real life partner..........
.................bullet shreds the temples, I crumple and lie
Authors Comments
Predicting downfalls calls men to understand that evil fights as good
………..Dark as light……….
The army that fights against hordes of pollution left by militants
Would rather kill, enjoy the shrivelled fruits of war, whilst claiming innocence
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