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.
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