Where Is He?
Falling to the ground, ducking my head.
Seeing friends in a mound, all of them dead.
Bombs burst, killing more.
Living is a first, in this hellish war.
Bullets hit, there dreaded victim.
Bit by bit, we hate the system.
Rifle shots, peirce the air.
We're just robots, disposed of without a care.
Where is he, the president?
He's not fighting besides me, thats what i meant.
Sitting back, in his comfy chair.
While we attack, the pain he does not share.
Why I ask, myself silently.
Just a mask, they are so greedy.
What is there task, surely not help the needy.
Where is he, not here.
This pain kills me, I fall another tear.
This hellish war....
I am no more.
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