Men At War

Men are evil when left alone The tearing and thrashing straight through to the bone It’s not their fault when we really think Little boys train to kill and not to blink Toy Guns in their hands from the age of three; Life is little, across the sea. Hatred develops in a powerful way Anger compounds every day When  evil men are left alone Because hatred is integral and and there’s grenades to be thrown They slash and cut at the already dead Disembowel the woman and parade their head Men embody cruelty when faced with the chance And there’s death in their eyes when tasked to their dance.