your bright eyed love,
and your future sons,
We'll take them all.
See when you were young,
clutched at your mother's arms,
she hid the bitter hole,
that We had made.
We pave the roads with bones We break,
so many lives that We will take,
Our tourniquets just strangulate:
and so much blood will escape.
She's at the terminal,
and there's the final wave,
his uniform is all,
she'll get back now.
I held his broken face; And I say,
"Not at all, but not for my sake."
Am I the dissident,
or am I just where you hang the blame?
There's no escape.