Tears

"so may homies in the cemetery shed so many tears" -Shakur. Walking off the stairs to the monument which stands the only screw on the wooden table. Hills, hills of graves down below. One shot and not just a person is turned off, c'mon, basic physics, if the battery and the gadgets are all good, the things won't stop moving. Yeah if the war is all good, if the blood is still spilling down my veins full of gunpowder and oxygen. Took the brother of the family -got shot in his stomach-, "next!". Now they have an empty space in the land of green boots. Yep. They took his little brother -he was shot while gunning the enemy- for replacement. Ok, life goes on, but in which way man? More brothers leaving cold, sticky, mudded, blood covered with pebble. Wake up, ain't nobody wants hills of despair.