When the Rich Wage War

When the rich wage war Power is intimidating To the head low If not his ego Will rise his shoulder Higher beyond his Fears Then the disabled Is able to look at The world and see Their Shadows in reality When the rich wage war's The poor die Either in silent Or violence Shadow speak then But for who Is it for the dead Is it for the fire Is it for hell The grave will Also say a lot When we are finally Ready for the war Of the rich When the rich wage war They turn evil They breath like the Fuel of hell They suddenly becomes The twins to devil They no longer feel Cos they taken Taken away by the Powers of darkness How can the blind See in the dark In this state of the mind Confusion Is equal to madness That why they wage a war Of no reparation