Front Line

Front line So many good men has gone so soon So many humble and royal men Are buried in shame So many men has died For me to be able to exist today This men I don't know them But with history they are the hero Of their time So many men are yet still on the front lines Fighting and defending their lands Countries and love ones Just for you to be able to live I dedicate this poem to every good man Out there fighting for his dignity on the Front line Front line The world is dying Yet I wonder what is killing it I wonder why we eat to get sick I wonder why the young Is born Not to grow healthy I wonder how the wicked sleeps at night I wonder why we serve to death I wonder on whose shoes we stands on I wonder why will captivity be an author Of our civilization I wonder why we can't live in peace I wonder if the world can be non polluted With this strange views of hatred anymore Who is happy when our only dear planet Is fading away so soon before our eyes In every continent of this world There are problems every were Same problems in different shapes Same killing same wars same structure So I pay my respect to every good man Those who stands for the world in peace Those who is fighting endlessly for justice at the Front line