Winger

White hots in phalanx,
To Adolf’s blitz parade.
When better minds strategize,
They find ways to use their pawns.
Three hundred Spartan sons,
To VC bunker fun.
Know cold shoulder genocide,
Through the sale of our guns.
Poor dual blooded Africa,
Or countless in the cold war frost.
Slept tight while millions stormed the gates.
No conscience here to burden,
Deaf to plight.
Shinto gave Nanking to the sword,
And the mid east hates itself!
The great bear slayed young Bonaparte
Then routed the fascist storm,
While on our streets we play deaths lottery,
So flash your sign thug life and draw.
We’re not done slaughtering decency.

Heal,
What’s it take to rouse us?
Heel,
To fanatic whims that run our lives,
And unveil our paths to death.
Heal,
You’ve bled now,
Heal,
Bow to us.
Your whole empire falls around you.