Bayonet

Born inside the border

Sacrifice the life of every child

For the sake of the nation’s pride

Sacrosanct in the division of the rank

Beating of a dead horse, life is a blood sport

Pestilence

A geopolitical war

The final famine

It’s the slumber of death

Dropping in and pressing out of the ground

One seed could fill the mind with doubt

Pluck the grape from the vine

In the youth that’s sacrificed

The cost in the blood but you can’t drink the wine

Bayonet

Serrated edge

The politics of pacifists and patriots

Polarizing, pissing up the vine

Plucking the fruit long before it was ripe

Give it up, give up the blood

Bayonet

Serrated edge

Give it up

Give up the young