Rebellion Poem by Vision Ghost

Is there not the richest of blood of victims’ soil?
So to nourish crops of corruptions’ mortal coil
Pass the air to now breathe ever the stereotypical
I call it a war but they say it’s so very practical

Dissident graves dug by the existence exemplifies
Turning dark by the spirits as the pain amplifies
Screaming when missiles fell; so did their church
As the flag lay burning leaders to fetch and lurch

The pulse pounds; the exaggeration became real
Raping the animosity to retaliate the lives to steal
Promised the blue sky and sun you turned black
Forever so fated to the most illegal for the attack

Blood turned to sand to feed the weeds entangle
Lost now in the translations of dialogues wrangle
Don’t think I can’t see this confusions’ paradise
In the cold expression of murder to oceans to ice

Jump as the leaders enters the room and your vein
Order the sacrificial marine for your financial gain
Country flag united in death they all look the same
Chess played when the knights breathe in the game

For this won’t be the gravity of earth to pin truth
Lies versed history rewritten to a paraplegic youth
The supremacy of firepower anoint the beggars
As their redden streams flowing pathway shatters

Any sense of morality in the violence of mankind
Perhaps raise a gun and burn the fatality you’ll find
Pay your taxes today and then so in death repay
For the generations to come both here and today

For what would it take to march on a government?
A thousand voices global to forever now augment
Protest of truth for the evidence beyond the tear gas
Did a poor child’s broken body scream so now alas?