Sounds of war I hear from afar
Beating drums bringeth forth destruction
Within our nation, we seeketh further instruction
In flames our serene, but yet we serenate
As the bombs drop resonating the melodies
Choirs of army, the congregation dies
Crumbles and rumbles the tone doubles
Without a doubt we compose our troubles
As the music stops, the nation crumbles
Encore screams the masses of our troubles
Whom played their part without being a cast
Yet in doubt their piece was never outlast.
©karmascars
K