Jul 2017
I see you every day
Watch you as you take your toll and demand your pay
Third world countries
Praying for help, praying for something
People in power trying to help out
But when you arrive those people start to doubt
The things you leave in your wake
The sympathy others fake
The innocence you take
The minds and bodies you ****!
You take, and take, and take!!
But what do you give?!
When you never end but only begin!
How do we help the family you break?
The children you make afraid?
You hold the future in your hands
But I'd rather pry it from your cold, dead ones that the soldiers and civilians you sift straight through like sand.
What do we say to the widows? The parents? The children? The friends? The neighbors??
How do WE fill the holes YOU leave in the broken-hearted?!
Anger and wrath pouring into those holes like cement, weighing them down when they think about those that have parted.
When is enough, enough?
Will you ever stop pretending you're helping? Will you ever get called on your bluff?
The lives you steal...
By teaching others to ****.
Enemies and allies,
Are you DEAF to the MILLIONS of outcries?
"Please. Stop."
Simple words from simple people with the most complex of pain, only showing a single teardrop.
Bombs are dropped! Grenades are thrown! Wounds needing to be sewn!
There goes an arm, a leg, the eyes, the mind.
They want you? Despite the pain that follows closely behind.
Who wants words where bullets will suffice?
We think we control you but really you hold the cards AND roll the dice.
Leading us FAR away from paradise.
Yes, you can be useful and helpful but st what cost?!
All the money, time, and people we have lost??
When is enough, enough!
When we're broken and bloodied, finally realizing we aren't that tough?
When we're just scraps of a former novel?
When we're nothing but dust and fossils.
So I ask you again,
As Humanity is unable to defend.
Through the suffering and pain,
Through the tears you see as a game!
Hoping that you'll see the hurt and destruction and will change.
Just for a minute, stop being so tough.
And decide.
When is enough, enough?
Watch you as you take your toll and demand your pay
Third world countries
Praying for help, praying for something
People in power trying to help out
But when you arrive those people start to doubt
The things you leave in your wake
The sympathy others fake
The innocence you take
The minds and bodies you ****!
You take, and take, and take!!
But what do you give?!
When you never end but only begin!
How do we help the family you break?
The children you make afraid?
You hold the future in your hands
But I'd rather pry it from your cold, dead ones that the soldiers and civilians you sift straight through like sand.
What do we say to the widows? The parents? The children? The friends? The neighbors??
How do WE fill the holes YOU leave in the broken-hearted?!
Anger and wrath pouring into those holes like cement, weighing them down when they think about those that have parted.
When is enough, enough?
Will you ever stop pretending you're helping? Will you ever get called on your bluff?
The lives you steal...
By teaching others to ****.
Enemies and allies,
Are you DEAF to the MILLIONS of outcries?
"Please. Stop."
Simple words from simple people with the most complex of pain, only showing a single teardrop.
Bombs are dropped! Grenades are thrown! Wounds needing to be sewn!
There goes an arm, a leg, the eyes, the mind.
They want you? Despite the pain that follows closely behind.
Who wants words where bullets will suffice?
We think we control you but really you hold the cards AND roll the dice.
Leading us FAR away from paradise.
Yes, you can be useful and helpful but st what cost?!
All the money, time, and people we have lost??
When is enough, enough!
When we're broken and bloodied, finally realizing we aren't that tough?
When we're just scraps of a former novel?
When we're nothing but dust and fossils.
So I ask you again,
As Humanity is unable to defend.
Through the suffering and pain,
Through the tears you see as a game!
Hoping that you'll see the hurt and destruction and will change.
Just for a minute, stop being so tough.
And decide.
When is enough, enough?
