The Fight
We’ve grown lazy,
The fight means no more,
We are in these places set for us to fail
But we don’t know.
What did we fight for?
To kill ourselves and be no more?
To shot up our arms with stuff
And sell it out of stores?
To kill our people
And let them be killed?
We shall rise and we shall fight
What we deserve and for what is right.
The fight means no more,
We are in these places set for us to fail
But we don’t know.
What did we fight for?
To kill ourselves and be no more?
To shot up our arms with stuff
And sell it out of stores?
To kill our people
And let them be killed?
We shall rise and we shall fight
What we deserve and for what is right.
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This poem forces you to think. The true meaning behind it is hidden. You know what it is?It could also be what you want it to be.