Roar!
Breaking through the crippled law,
Falling down to civil war.
Bowing to a merciless lord —
Suffocate my land.
Khaki blues, the play of chaos,
Rattled hymns of machine guns.
Scarecrows dressed as independence
Jump inside resentful minds.
Streams of fear invade the mind,
Empty smiles and bloody hands.
Do you care what you will find
When you reach this desolate land?
Stand alone above the ruins,
Wrapped in shades of evil grey.
Desperation, slow and moving,
Blows the heart apart with pain.
Land of tears — you do not care,
Never mind the loss of friends.
You don’t see it, you don’t hear it,
Close your eyes beneath the hand.
Freedom means to stay forever deaf,
Praying to the system’s lies.
Choice of life becomes enslavement —
You don’t notice how you die.
Land of tears
© Copyright: Мартель Этранже, 2009
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