Low Lead and Thin Walls
When it’s all on the line,
When instinct says its time,
Do you run, hide, or fight?
Do you pray? Support? Provide sight?
Never an easy choice,
Others always figure in.
Women and children go first;
Laws from an age of bigger men.
Backs to thin walls,
Lead running low…
Do you step out front?
Or disgrace yourself down low?
Can you give it all up?
Can you truly say goodbye?
Can you stumble over their bodies?
And not see yourself cry?
And to our enemy, would you hand us over?
We used to be your neighbors!
Our children played together,
Where we refused to allow these bad behaviors.
How many of you will betray us?
How many of us will you kill?
It’s only a question of numbers,
And who pays the final bill.
What will be the cost?
What will be the price we pay?
“Any win, is a win,” people quote,
Uncaring as their souls decay.
Why does our existence terrify you?
How can you respect life so little?
Our freedoms have been your hidden vices,
Even as you lie and cast us evil.
We used to be one nation,
Under our own god.
United, not divided.
Kind, not blind.
More considerate, than hypocrite!
To terror, from near bliss.
From the Promised Land, to cursed.
When did it come to this?
While we were busy conquering the earth.