Politics of a Soldiers Grave

The Red and Blue fights like a war

The chess pieces are the poor

When they open their mouth bullet, paves

over the soldiers grave

And when our children eat lead

We propagandize them into our grateful dead.

Proud to be a soldier to their final breath

Ideas are now killers, bringers of death

Many shot in cornered spaces

and on tv their deaths are never given their final graces

The Main fire