Survivors

A fog of gunpowder, A stench of death, Suspicious of the survivors, Still holding their breath. They had been left poor, In this playground of murder, Literally drinking the blood, The blood of one another. O poor man, Taxed by the rich, Lend me your wallets, And see the beginnings. You too are a soldier, In a rich man’s fight, Wounded by your innocence, Comforted by their lies. You believe in the promised land, Flowing in milk and honey, You build their fortunes, They let you keep their pennies. They gave you a collar, That you happily put on, You became like everyone else, And your whole life is bought. I once killed a rich man, A soldier of love, He smiled at the bullet, That pierced his two hearts. Lovers seldom die, They wake up the next day, Eager to be fooled again, Such is their dismay. In this world of glasses, Everyone is seeking love, Soldiers of passion, Enslaved by lust. Where you gonna run to? No rock will give you the answer, Sin will eventually find you, In that alley of false comfort. You can throw a party, And let yourself be deceived, They will count your righteousness, But you’ll pay with your sins. You cannot question the cruelty, When you take out the gun, The judge’s seat is empty, And all art is absurd. The only comfort is truth, That sleeps beside your grave, Greed will not buy you flowers, Sweet will be your last pain. For then you will see, That reality doesn’t exist, It was just an illusion, That they made you believe. But don’t be alarmed, I do not speak the truth, For I am just a survivor, Fattened by the fools.