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Hawks and Doves
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A Scar is Born I remember it all like it was yesterday,
The doves were flying peacefully above this free land.
Now the terror goes on as if there is no tomorrow,
Each soldier marching gun-in-hand.
...Bloodstains left to drip off of the bayonet;
This concept of war is something that I just don't get.
Deceased bodies collapse like dominoes on the battlefield,
Use the defenseless as a human shield.
War, what a pointless game, just the same nonsense as before,
I just have one question to ask; "Does anybody know what the hell we are exactly fighting for?"
Bullet going straight through my frail chest,
This sadistic sport put my grandfather in eternal rest.
Blasts of corrupted cannons can be heard from miles away,
Camouflage…splendid shades of gray.
Airplanes drop dozens of bombs on an innocent home,
Leaving an expecting mother a widow and all alone.
Mechanical army listens to their leader's plan,
Keep going forward…killing every innocent man.
President makes his satanic speech for the world to hear,
America lies on her deathbed in uttermost shock and fear.
Far more battle cries than rainbows after the haze,
Far more hawks in the sky than doves these days.
American flag used as a dirty rag,
Dog tag...but no body bag.
Look at the enemy face to face,
Desperately attempting to assemble an atrocious Aryan race.
In this game I'll skip the seek and only hide,
For I refuse to be a victim of this genocide.
Moving the troops onward like a horrific heard,
Silent screams of salvation and surrender are the unspoken word.
Far more bullets than fireworks leave us asking the question "Why"?
Far more hawks than doves lately flying in Satan’s sky.
There may be more of them, but we doves stick together,
They may win the battle, but we will be an army of none forever.
Far more hawks than doves in the world innocent eyes can see,
Although we are greatly outnumbered, at least we can fly free...
I remember it all like it was yesterday,
The enemy tried to take over and destroy our precious land.
Now the peace goes on as if there is no tomorrow,
Each friend marching hand-in-hand.
