(Society critic,Anger,Politics)Nothing but numbers to the eyes of our glorious leaders

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The sound of the feet echo to the sound of the drums the soldiers they march and march

The bullets fly with a piercing sound to the ears the soldier they start to march and march

Running to certain death the sound of an explosion making you deaf so keep the march

What is the legacy you will leave to the children? Freedom or dictatorship? Better march

But you never pause the march to ask yourself the grand purpose

Do you really fight for freedom or what hides beneath the surface

Is this so called freedom just a tool to put on you more dirty chains

The education system just a tool to do a nice washing of our brains

You march onward for another pointless war for blood diamonds and oil

You are convinced that your family will be the one to reap the rich spoil

But all that will happen is their soul forever stuck in this little mortal coil

But you are freed because you died in the sands of Syria for your leader

To them you are just an amount of money on the table cannon fodder

The money exchanges hands just as the corpses all end up in the shredder