To crush, divide and slaughter?
How brave are they,
Who succeed against the defenseless,
Left wounded with futures diminished.
Beginning missions without a finish!
Only interests in resources,
Empower those in armored forces.
Producing movements to incite genocide…
With heartless eyes and deaf to cries!
Whose souls are saved?
Who gives them the right to decide…
Whose life is worth living,
And which ones must die!
Invisible now are those shields that hide.
Rising from unseen dimensions…
Crazing those with rage!
Leaving debated battles on all sides.
Delighting in blood fields where they bathe!
Whose souls are saved?
Could they be of those,
Who choose to parade their evil ways?
Those expecting victory…
Yet perceiving themselves left to question,
Why they’ve been ‘stung’…
With just hollow praises to raise!