• I release you
    With a pocket, full of patriotism
    And a gun
    Slung lazily around your shoulder

    You shoot to kill
    But you are ill
    From the fumes
    Of malevolence
    And burning buildings

    Where risky decisions
    Are first reaction
    And mass murderers
    Are war heroes
    For their bravery
    To kill a man

    Where children
    Are rivals
    And mothers
    Are weapons
    And fathers
    Are unmarked graves
    As the sun goes down

    Families were murdered on this day
    Babies cried as mothers would slaughtered in front of them
    Men were thrown away like a sour meat
    But you can only wonder
    Whether the blood stains
    Will come out of your boots