Eighty-Five

eighty-five was the number
they told us that was all we could do
when you run out you are in trouble
you cannot say we did not warn you

do not reload the chamber
keep it clean you don't want a jam
we shook our heads in wonder
why are we here my brothers

They do not want to stop
they never want it to end
they lie to the children
they claim to be a friend

the rain never ends it seems
the mud covers our boots
who is the enemy I do not know
the auditorium is not an option

They do not want to stop
they never want it to end
they lie to the children
they claim to be a friend

will anyone remember
can anyone ever forget
the souls will forever burn
so dam tired of being wet

Gomer LePoet....