The Drums Of War Poem by sotiris nikolaou

when the mothers and the curious fall to sleep
the greedy hands will strike
like a earthquake will shake their bed's and the blades shining will
be the only light
there will be no time to remember the faces that you love and love you
they will breath for your death
do you dare to know, do you live to know, or by chance you know?
is it your war or is it more faith you have to grow?
the trembling earth is calling but the world don't want to hear bad news
the gods of this world hold hands to form only confuse
do not walk a bloody road just because its holy
do not rise because of rage, your own faith will kill you slowly
whatever is invisible is more darker then light, more confused then clear and real
listen, the night is cowling cos in its watch the deeds are darker and makes the truth look surreal
look, the colors are flashing death signs, what a sight, twisted with our name on it
your dreams are marked safe with blood paint and in our plans they don't fit
the pieces of a injustice world is on your plate, served with no guilt
there body's is the bricks that you use to built