Weeping Gun

My palms are growing wet Sweat has covered my trigger Night and day in enemies nest Operating like battalions of mere singers. I fight 21st century with 20th century bullets Blood on my face, wounds yielding deeper In shattered body my brethren in uniform rest Unjust funding makes our defence wall weaker. Father, I am in a wilderness fighting a shapeless war No back ups, no one is watching out for our fall Like we are dying for those who don't care about us Our enemies are in golden armor while we ride on horse. Mother, did the demise of my gun brothers makes the headlines? I heard the 'next level' was lunched on that day And my superiors disown us to dine at the front line Well, don't cry yet, I'm still alive at least for today. Oh, my palms are wet and my hopes like a thread My eyes shed more tears than the blood my gun sheds We are too weak to keep pulling these triggers Aso Rock, upgrade us now or take us home to our fathers.