The Free
We fight, even though there is no war.
We sleep, watch casualties from afar.
We distance ourselves from what we see,
caught up, in what we want to be.
Soldiers, armoured in uniform,
wounded, they do not want to conform.
But we run, afraid of what they know,
into the distance, of the new horizon.
because in myth, they are the wise men.
We fall, crushed underneath hate.
Earth’s disaster, is what they create.
they run away, for responsibility,
We fight back, because we are the free.
We sleep, watch casualties from afar.
We distance ourselves from what we see,
caught up, in what we want to be.
Soldiers, armoured in uniform,
wounded, they do not want to conform.
But we run, afraid of what they know,
into the distance, of the new horizon.
because in myth, they are the wise men.
We fall, crushed underneath hate.
Earth’s disaster, is what they create.
they run away, for responsibility,
We fight back, because we are the free.
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