Empty sky when sun is setting
sea of blood up there in the paradise
ocean of blood and human remains
down here, on the red dust of the desert,
the wind of death is frequently blowing
and human eyes are burnt forever…
you look behind at all those corpses
left in this red desert to decompose,
you and your buddies are still alive,
with sweat and sand all over you,
you have no feelings, just a machine
inside your brain,
inside your heart,
they made you
a machine to kill human life,
could have been your brother or your sister,
your mind lack consciousness,
another cyborg who thinks he’s fighting
for his country
on other’s country soil,
a cyborg raping women and children
with other cyborgs watching, waiting for their turn
to have some fun,
no, they are no human,
how could they be,
living in this shithole praying
to their different God,
yeah, they deserve to die,
yeah, we deserve some fun
for being here,
choking with their red dust…
All killing machines cannot yet realize
they fight for their paycheck
not for their country,
they fight for those who rule the world
and hired them as mercenaries,
they kill and destroy for money
not for their soil,
they die for money they receive
and not for their far away country
who eats junk food while watching TV
having fun while
mercs and starving muslims die
for nothing.
