War On The Poor

When is enough, enough?

When does push come to shove?

When will we stop our nation from dying?

When it comes down to the ones you love

Flags at half-mast in rememberance of the past

Flag draped coffins home too often

Bodies burning makes me wanna choke

Burning bodies, I've lost all hope

Send him away at the age of 18

Can't afford another mouth to feed

The only son you've ever had

Returning home

Send him home in a body bad

War on the poor