Sober

Packing..gathering....

Being sent away.... this is soon to be a lonely soldier.

People crying '.. happy,sad......confused

"Why would you do this" crys an angry mother.

My child how can they take my child...

Pulling, yanking driving away..

Sober screams, sober shout

Gun powder in the air

Spies everywhere

No trust... only blood.

Blood soaked through the ground and connecting

with water

Liquid.. they become as one.

Tears fall death all around.

Screams and war shouts.

Prisoners  and politician

Money and power consumes this world.

War for this money and war for this power

Then that retch  letter comes.

Were sorry but we've lost your son

Here come the funeral...the the eulogy!....

this great boy...... NO this great man was born to lead

He died for his country strong and proud

Sober crying...then angry shouts

You stole my son you tricked him

And know he's Gone

You sun of a guns'....GONE

you here me G-O-N-E...

Your words cant replace this pain

And there that poor mother lays

White all around...voices too

Whispers eyes observing...her!

as if she's some specimen

OH..they think shes gone mad.

But she thinks they've gone mad. 

In her eyes shes perfectly fine....Their the ones who've gone mad

All she did was lost her child

And they try to sober her crys

Wicked this world is.....