Democracy, Yeah
Wars are fought by the children of the poor,
those who couldn't and wouldn't dodge the draft,
who must crawl and rush to clash with the foe,
the ones who must draw or bleed the first blood.
In truth, they don't amount to very much
to mighty czars of wars except as pawns
to base a war's mind-boggling budget on,
as fodder for their War Corporation.
Supposed to be in a democracy
all must serve, must fight, yeah, equality,
but then if you believe that trash, my friend,
you might as well swear that you've seen the wind.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2008
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