Black Blood

 You march, leading an army of power and precision. No mistake was made because a plane was only as accurate as its flyer and two great towers fell. But you lead them to war now not for revenge. You march through their cities now for power, blood thirsty for power is what you have become. The streets were once cleaner than the minds of those they are dying for, now its stained black and red for you marched them in and out.

A child cries, father killed in an explosion, but for you its just the job. You send our people to kill their people who in return kill our people for 10 years and no victory has resulted. We have waited to long and danger is no longer the issue. You have dared take a human soul and put your own price on it. Media may say we need to be there for stability but stability was maintained when we hung their leader to dry from the blood shed he caused. No, we are not there for stability.

We have men and women risking their lives for a "worthy cause." Or, at least, thats what they were told on T.V., computer, lectures, everything. You say one thing but the truth was in files of a desk but hiding it is no longer needed. It was never for revenge and never for stability, not one of those would have been a worthy cause for us to stand and fight by anyways, but to those of us who don't know better, we believe it.

People I reveal to you the truth, and it's name is written in the same black and red on their streets. Red for the blood, and will always be. The black is why we remain there today. The black is of OIL. We march through for OIL. We kill for OIL. We stain the streets with OIL. It was never for revenge, it was for OIL. Not for stability, for OIL.

AND YOU PUT THE PRICE OF OIL AS THE PRICE OF A MAN'S LIFE! YOU PUT THEM THROUGH HELL SO YOU CAN HAVE A CONVENIENT LIFE! YOU KILL THEM THEY KILL US AND YOU SIT BY AND REAP THE BENEFITS!

Oil is what stain's the clothes of the dead bodies on the streets from the gun shots, the explosions. We walk through and leave our trace and the oil stains the blood black as midnight so they know why we are there.

Live by the army you tricked into fighting a worthless war, die by the uprising caused by billions of pissed of people, and the finger dripping with black blood points to you.