I saw my brothers on one crimson day
Hopes hung on their faces
Of a promised peace
In this land of what he called an evil axis
Free from fear
And free of expressing speech
Then on that very crimson day
I saw my brothers
Wept in tears of blood
Their shadows had been forcedly taken
By he who had made a false promise
It was nothing but another terror
Of darkness that sent a creeping tremor
Then on that crimson day
I saw my brothers roared
With cracking voice of a strangled man
Right in front of him
Questioned this war
That brought nothing but misery
“Oh, you deceitful beast,
It’s war you threw on our feet
It’s human sacrifice forced on us by your fleet
It’s our souls you put on stake
It’s our children you murdered daily…”
“Oh, you loathsome false angel
Take back your war
Lick back your promise of betrayal
For you’re no angel but a disgrace to humanity”
Then on that very crimson day
I saw my brothers
Within his last breath
Lost in the rain of bullets
Shattered in volcanic machine weapons
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