Dulce es Decorum Est

Sand beneath my feet
aching sunburn on my face
we look forward
forward we stare
The road is long
and the cement crumbles below
What is this I can seea leg of a friend
it lies on the ground
next to the bomb
next to the dead child
who pulled the trigger
Explosions ignited the dynamite
Explosions ignited the hate
Expand across the desert
in search of weapons
they were not there
they were not there
no one seems to care
they were not there!
the grim reaper won the lottery
death all around
blasting of bombs
and disastrous sounds
plummet. destroy.plummet destroy.Lie Lie Lie
Lie again.Children dead in the desert
children dead in the street
children dead in their head
The perfect weapon
wheres the honor
wheres the grace
a disfigured face
a mental illness lingers
from now until eternity
while the demons fight
in your head
and you try to contain yourself
thinking to your self
it is an honorable thing to die for your country
Who knew while you're still alive
at the same time you're already dead.