Inured to the sight of "life"

Have look at the bodies
Unnaturally bent
Or perhaps naturally
The bodies speak
They spit words out
Some live but most of them
Find their end
Before they are meaningful

They don t know
They are one

Have a look at the bodies
They devote their lives
To executing themselves
They re boasting that they ll die
The faces and the masks they wear are one
In their insanity they all have drown

Have a look
At the bodies walk
An unaware army
Constantly charging

Millions of hands
Right by the cot
This newborn child s
Already dead

Creations gone
Ready is the way
Ambushes and
Places to rest

There where you are
Not welcome yet
Silently death s
Awaiting you