Masked Invaders Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Midnight tomorrow.
Promise me.
With these hollow words of healing.
A soul concealing.
In the darkness, what is we hide.
The evil side.
The bomb blasts.
A bloody massacre.
The city burning and all I have left is you.
Is you, is you.
Over and over and over again.

Crossing the divide.
Through a child's eyes.
What is that they see.
In this war torn country.
Rubble, shelter where can we really hide.
A roof falling in on me.

History lining our geography.
Civilization in chaos.
How we can call this the better nation.
Pride is a very hard pill to swallow.
Especially when all we do is destroy.
Families poor or rich doesn't even matter.
A place where class is thing of the past.
Factions with political and religious motivation.
Killing without hesitation.
Invaders holding no set flags.

Midnight tomorrow.
Promise me.
With these hollow words of healing.
A soul concealing.
In the darkness, what is we hide?
The evil side.
The bomb blasts.
A bloody massacre.
The city burning and all I have left is you.
Is you, is you.
Over and over and over again.

The rise and fall.
A call to arms.
A union as human being.
We should stand together as one.
Oppression, can you feel the the hatred.
Suppression, nobody can ever know what happen here.
Silence them all I don't care.
Orders from the top down.
Money burning under the candle light.
Atrocities happen everyday.
Why should anyone actually care.
The echoes feed this unending pain.

Crossing the divide.
Through a child's eyes.
What is that they see?
In this war torn country.
Rubble, shelter where can we really hide.
A roof falling in on me.

Soaking wet in the pouring rain.
Hunger overwhelming.
No food, clean water.
Disease running rampant.
But the gold is still lining there pockets.
Sold out to the highest bidder.
Worse then any kind of slavery.
War crimes underneath this cloaked veil.
The mercenaries keep coming.
More and more.

Midnight tomorrow.
Promise me.
With these hollow words of healing.
A soul concealing.
In the darkness, what is we hide.
The evil side.
The bomb blasts.
A bloody massacre.
The city burning and all I have left is you.
Is you, is you.
Over and over and over again.

The country is now gone.
A wasteland.
Time to leave.
There is no saving it.
Years of rebuilding by a leadership that doesn't even belong.
Corporation wait for there chance to buy and dump.
Cheap labor a constant.
Military restrictions, and protections.
A global dictatorship.
Ruling countries from the beyond there borders.
A flagship of disorder.

A conspiracy, thinly and corruptly orchestrated.
It won't stay a secret forever.
The plan is not bullet proof.
Fanatics will take it so personally.
And you'll wonder why...
Well you have been compromised.
Somebody read between the lines.
Behind the lies.
A dream beyond the thickest clouds in the sky.

Midnight tomorrow.
Promise me.
With these hollow words of healing.
A soul concealing.
In the darkness, what is we hide.
The evil side.
The bomb blasts.
A bloody massacre.
The city burning and all I have left is you.
Is you, is you.
Over and over and over again.

Crossing the divide.
Through a child's eyes.
What is that they see.
In this war torn country.
Rubble, shelter where can we really hide.
A roof falling in on me.