Culprit Poem by Dislocated Heart

No, don't speak.
The words are foul,
The land is weak,
We stand on stolen grounds,
while our grandparents weep.
We draw our swords,
cut the tongues of lies,
we take out the enemy,
with just a bullet between the eyes.

Blood and rage,
It's where we all stand.
Greedy with pain,
we filled our land.
Soul by soul, corrupted as we enter.
Leaving with disaster,
whom is the savior.

Yelling and screaming,
It defines us all.
Who are not individuals,
We are at a fall.
One by one, we follow the culprit,
giving up our freedom,
giving up all.