How can I save my little boy from lies of men who use un-winnable wars as deadly toys?
Who is behind the mask of delusion, I don’t believe in anymore?
Who will write the sadistic rhetoric of traitors who bury the truth under masochist feet?
A masquerade of the fool whose impregnable victory is found in the ashes of defeat?
Where is the glory in fanning flames of ideology while dormant seeds of shared biology refuse to fertilize inglorious streets?
Is the barren fragrance of annihilation ever sweet?
How can we save our little boys from lies of men who use un-winnable wars as deadly toys?
by: Diana Renee Williams