Thousands leave, few return
Soldiers die and cities burn
Widows wept, children cried
thinking of those who died
Many years of endless death
Dodging bullets, holding breath
yellow clouds floating through the skies
Burning lungs, throats, and eyes
Shrapnel fell down like rain
Breaking helmets, causing pain
Gas, planes, tanks and guns
Killing brothers, fathers, sons
Those who return are Veterans great
Those who died had a different fate
Those who don't return are our honoured dead
They take this honour to their final bed
Their names are placed on walls and stone
To show those they left are not alone
Every year we remember those who died
Who gave their lives, their souls, their hide
We wear upon our chests, flowers of red
To show respect to those who are dead

Trudging through the rain
but still smiling and laughing
Hopelessly in *love

In the western world,
chaos is the norm.
In the land of opportunity,
we all must conform.
Big corporations know,
conformity is what they need.
But what if everyone,
refused to water that seed.
Drought would take over,
and no plant would grow.
And the power of the people,
to the corporations we can show.
We all must refuse to nurture,
the seed of corporate greed.
For the only plant they grow,
is a variety of ****.