It's funny how those who have sworn to protect us are the ones getting us killed.
It's funny how those who we would take a bullet for are too often the ones holding the gun.
It's funny how family blood has no meaning anymore, the only blood that matters is the blood on your hands.
It's funny how many have choose to end their own lives then live to see another day, and all because someone didn't like the way they looked.
It's funny, isn't it?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem