Colin Of Arabia
War On The Poor
When is enough, enough? When does push come to shove? When will we stop our nation from dying? When it comes down to the ones you love. Flags at half-mast in rememberance of the past Flag draped coffins home too often Bodies burning makes me wanna choke Burning bodies, I've lost all hope. Send him away at the age of 18 Can't afford another mouth to feed The only son you've ever had Returning home Send him home in a body bad War on the poor
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