Depiction Of Truth

Heavy blows for aged that’s fine
Their wretched wait like swine in line
For time to pass before their time
Their memories tuned for yours and mine

Mountains climbed in conquered years
Channels swam in countless tears
The years that crept upon their fears
Of time misspent with hapless pears
Now all is gone and twilight nears
And wars was all they knew

Medals won then lost and pawned
Desolate times but still they’re conned
The heroes day now frond upon
From Liberal thinking war was wrong
Blames the ones that’s dead and gone
That killed the babies in your scorn
But paved the way for your unborn

Drop the donkey when its dead
And close the book now once its read
Their names in Epitaph in your stead
Where red is mud from where they bled
Cold were the lines that warmed your bed
To fill empty vessels in your head