THE FALLEN HEROES
THE FALLING HEROES
Yes they came home from a voyage out of hell
Innocent women and child brothers sisters
Mothers and fathers held captive for real
Back from the jaws of death, they return
Never to be the same again what a shame
Two
They did no wrong in this political game
Their merriment became their nightmare
Those bands of infidel murder wild dogs
Preying hyenas from a cursed land of thugs
Like moles, they burrow deep into the desert
Three
Let my people go you sons of devel worshippers
In a redemption story, we find there is no glory
Cowering behind the innocent people of God
Fighting a fruitless war that can never be won
While bombs and cities fall people take a toil
Four
And the living lament the dead senselessly
For they were not at fault or at war just living
Enjoying life events and mayhem is their sad story
Release my people you sons of a false jehad
Let them come to their land of selah again
Into the Mist Volume 9 the poet for K.P.O
Poet Kenvil for Timeless Poetry Series
