Coming Home

We have got societies waging war on other societies

Presidents backing the killings of our innocent souls

Blood thirsty wars engulfing our pure intentions

Warlords taking us captive and making us slaves

So that they can chuck us behind iron bars

And the world sees us like animals

Stripped of all dignity, honor lost in bullets

But who pulled the trigger behind that gun?

 

Our mama cried when we got back home

Ghost faces, hollow eye sockets, blank faces

The horrors of war imprinted deep in our minds

So we got to medicate ourselves

To stay underneath the radar of mental insanity

To block out a past that was never intended

Glimpses, pictures, nightmares, outbursts

Scattered limbs and dying peers

The line of fire and clouded smoke skies

Mama hold us, your babies are in pain

 

We try to fit in, but our minds won’t let us

We are animated beyond reason, but why?

What was this…?

It was war

What happened…?

It was war

What use is this life that we live

When our past is all battered up?

Destroyed by men who sit in high chairs

Who move us around like pawns

Stature eliminated, dishonored, our world violated

We lost our identities to shifting shapes

To bombs and stupid ideologies

Men holding fake deeds and pouring dogma

From sacred books of pure virtue

 

So what do we do when we look in the mirror?

Where do we go after the earth has changed?

Who do we follow after we have been misguided and tricked?