Deaf And Disbelieving - Tragedy

Marching in tandem, they come in drones*

Strictly waiting with their strongest intent

Polishing their guns and boots

Searching for moments of truth

They wait for direct orders under someone

Somewhere’s sure fire command, polishing their guns and boots

And despite all… despite all the cries and screams

And despite all… despite all the death and defeat

Watching closely with absolute refusal to see

Searching for truths predetermined

Salivating for action, for god and country

Eyes glazed over with fear and confusion

Muscles tense from anxiety and fatigue

Senses overloaded from constant manipulation

And despite all… despite all the cries and screams

And despite all… despite all the death and defeat

Blindly they take closer aim