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
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- and on tv their deaths are never given their final graces
The Main fire