Battle Cry 3

point of light, point of death,
passion stinks on your breath,
child of Cain, child of Seth,
there's no reason to believe...
patriot games, hollow masks, stolen names,
mountains crumble, acid rain,
you gotta give to receive...

man and feast, swear allegiance to the Beast,
till all is done and all has ceased,
the painter's brush is ash.
children lost, cant pay the cost,
necessity rules, the truth is tossed...
writing checks we cant cash.

(we're standing on the edge of the light.
lost in the deep darkness of the night.
armed by anger, with no one left to fight,
when right becomes wrong,
and wrong becomes right.)

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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