Ask Them Why

The barren lands we call our home

Will they come to pick up our bones?

When the battle is done and dusted

And the pots and pans all are rusted

When the vultures pick flesh from the cadavers

Of all the brothers we left out, hours

After the game was won

How shameful to fight in the names of our son.

Of tomorrow we have no ordeals to feel

And as the privileged learn how to steal

If only they could stand and see

what ran down the gutter was Humanity!

No feel, no fife, no trifles lost

Tell me how long do we have to pay the cost

Of fathers brothers mothers and sisters alike

Take a deep breath before they call us again,

To strike, the falsified names of Evil they wrote

On the path of Glory, the unnamed road

The masked men will come to goad us to our fate

We will swallow our pride and adjust our weights

But what in the God's name do we keep

What do we withhold and how do we weep?

For the time will come

When my barren land calls

The land that sang of woods and falls..

Until I have decided my End, my Love

Find me marching on that way

The Greed and Chicanery will feed on my mind

Till my epitaph has my story to say!!