Raised in a holler
Down the dusty road
Faith is above me
Set in so bold

Barely a stitch
Ragged and worn
No shoes no matter
Sad faced and scorn

Bread and a morsel
Pa in the field
Keep food on the table
Passing the meal

Keeping us strong
Family of eight
Ma is the concrete
Loving no hate

Chores do we plenty
Days long for sure
Tired but kind
Living is pure

We are be it simple
No complaining or whine
Thinking as one
Respectful and kind

So down in the holler
Time moves on slow
Poor is our way
Family is home

I heard the bullets scream
Smashed by the moment
Silence as the pin dropped
His head had hit the pavement

****** in the window
Blood spattered wall
Brother taken before me
Intrepid moment takes us all

Held his hand within mine
Closed his open eyes
Angered by the second
Said my final goodbyes

Bombing in the distance
Death cuts through the air
War is such a *****
and life isn't fair

Ribbons fill the trees
Markers field the green
Memories not forgotten
Brothers forever seen

Custom made world
All made of plastic
Counting twist or turns
Everything is spastic

High definition views
Playing with our eyes
In a different place
Reality is a crime

Trapped in our electronics
We can not walk a line
Children with no manners
Living is a lie

Spoiling our ambitions
Charging everyday
Respect is really lost
Pictures are to say

Transmissions cross the airspace
Signaling the cost
Humanity is all but broken
Everything is lost

Checkered board feelings
All black and white
Cut with the blade
In the dark of night

Stripped to the core
Bound by the heart
Knocked to the ground
Piercing every part

Turn the other cheek
Crippled by the sores
Impressions left behind
Blood out the pores

Hear the crying lamb
Slaughtered in the pen
You are such an animal
Killing is a sin

Haunted by my ghost
Lurking in your dream
Sliced your own wrist
No one hears your scream