Treasure Island

Dexsta Ray

Sand And Guns

I see a day
Soldiers are dying in groups
Equanimity is over
Dying to shoot...
Nothing left of a true thing
Ready, aim, let it die if
It moves

I see a day
Mothers are trying to sustain
If the others find the kids
They'll tie them in
It's hard not to get sick outside in the rain
If a person couldn't work they
Were violently slain
What a shame...
No escaping for the

A skeevy place
Politics inhabit a meeting
Then proceed to moving oppositely after
The speeches...
They manipulate the truth
For no actual
And I'm talking 'bout the media...
No atropatene

I see a day
Sand dunes cover the land
Super military mercs come
On command
Haven't done any dirt so they don't understand
Why they're coming in the first place
Gun in the hand
Then they'd paint a terrible
Picture in the blood
On the sand...
Now the day thee be delivered is
The closing of man's days

Submitted: Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, March 12, 2014

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  • John Westlake (3/26/2014 6:17:00 PM)

    Very bluntly written, however I believe that it could not be written in any other way. Well phrased (Report) Reply

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