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
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