March

lowbrow

You are the chattle of war
Being led to slaughter
First step to genocide
Belief of lies
Speak or don't speak your mind
You will die
All around you your people die
Piles of bodies ten feet high
Bones dressed in flesh
Blood of the dead
More bodies than you can count
Thousands in the ground
Hear the wails and the shrieks
Seperated families
Huddled in the cold
Outgunned no defense
See your family march
March to death, March to death
March, March, March to death