Your words are drenched with liquid gold
Each sentence carved, a story told

What a gift to briefly escape my head
And nosedive into yours instead

You're a clever mind without a face
And the only stranger I can't replace

This man thinks what he sees is his
Whether it human or vegetable 
even water's up for dibs
This man will shed plenty of blood for dirt
Then burn invisible borders into the earth
This man knows he's invincible
This man believes he has principles

This man has a different view
He's humbled by nature and resists the coup
This man won't shed blood for dirt
He knows there's nothing worth that kind of hurt
This man understands life is finite He's grateful for each day and night
This man knows he's invisible
This man believes he has principles

God you're a dolt
You just blather on about stuff you know nothing about
Think you're the boss, when you're really a tool
Convinced you're a genius, but the world knows you're a fool
You preach from the sewers and think you're supreme
But you're truly just a narcissist who's insecure and mean
So happy you're gone
Hopefully we're not as dumb as before
Cuz I'm pretty certain we'll be seeing you in 2024

I'm so hungry
I'm so high
Eyes are blurry
I know why
Should I worry
Or deny
That we just hurry
Till we die

Not sure if you're hungry, but
here's every word you just said

I will spoon-feed you each profanity as you lay in your bed

Let them set your bloodstream ablaze and go straight to your head

You can eat my words too because I'm overfed

When a soldier marches, where does his focus go?
Forward? To glory or doom?
His mind filled with stories of honour and pride of wars long ago?

Backward? Of the life, they left behind?
To the wife, the child back home?
The medals to be shown as trinkets or to speak never more?

Have they ever stopped to look around? Of the country, to be or not to be? The mountains, the rivers, the towns and to the sea.
The damage to be caused? The life preserved?

Regardless, the solider marches