• Don’t speak to me of death.

    Don’t’ speak to me of death.
    For your are as inexperienced as I
    You talk of life as some non fragile glass
    That can easily be broken in a blink of an eye.

    Don’t rant to me of death.
    You do not know of their pain
    They killed on a battle field.
    For your freedom
    And here you are wanting death again.

    Do you think they wanted to kill?
    As they tell you about there massacres in war.
    They way their heads and tell the tale.
    And you are not to judge.
    You’ve never taken another life.

    You look at them with no shame in your eyes.
    And tell about how you would have died.
    With a hero’s honour.
    Lots of flowers
    The only ideals to show you pride.

    Do not speak of death so lightly.
    For every life is precious.
    You would not have died as a war saver
    But rather as another head on the list of dead.

    Your corpse would have decaying pool of blood
    With no roses to compare to beauty
    As another lost soul of war.
    With your killer meeting the same demise.

    Don’t talk to me of death.
    A Soldiers tale is a sad one.
    Singing a requiem
    With heads close to the ground.
    Marching slowly through there lives.

    You do not hold the flag they do
    A lost symbol of they’re fights
    They smile at you ,
    A phantom smile.
    Foretelling the ideas they used to fight.

    The lost are lost
    And the dead are dead.
    And truth of war.
    Vanished.
    In the new generation masses.