Storm

Storm

In this storm
You wake up with teardrops,
Dripping like rain.
As you sing thy old songs
And dance to thy drum,
Thy heartbeat louder than the drums.

When you see hundred of armies marching forward,
This storm shows no pity for survivals
When you kill and can't tell what you felt,
Defense, fame, power, pity, horror,
That not all you felt,
And thy burden in thy heart,

As you ask in clumsy voices,
Will our actions echo across centuries?
Will strangers hear our names,
Long after we are gone.
Will they wonder who we are?
How bravely we fought,
How fearless we were?
As you match on.

In this storm,
Lies the strength to conquer
Dedications to men,
Who hate and despair you
Men who tells you
What to do, what to think
What to feel.

Your dignity to men,
That use you like machines,
Dump you like castles.
Soldiers! You are not machines,
You're not cattle's,
You are men
With machine hearts,
And machine minds,
When fight,
Don't fight for slavery
Fight for liberty.