Dead Dogs and Draftees
Sad song singing as the sickle keeps swinging,about Dead dogs and draftees
Marching mad miles of misery
through trenches of terror and maniacle mazes...on the whims of warlords in psychopathic phases
Genocidal generals make slaves of the free...they salute the sadistic
Dead dogs and draftees
Hunted and haunted tormented and taunted
Every twist and every turn leaves them ugly and unwanted
Rich rulers counting money...never minding the means
While killer kings send them off to their doom,deep in jungles of jeapordy
Hidden in darkness you can feel their disease
Life is defeat and death victory...decay in death deserts
Dead dogs and draftees
Deformed and disfigured...some never delivered
society quivers as reality screams
In the valley of vultures...no sound in this scene
Your worst nightmare is their daily dream...rest in peace 4ever
Dead dogs and draftees
Copyright © Anthony Beesley | Year Posted 2011
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