WHAT DO I STAND FOR?

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WHAT DO I STAND FOR?
 

I can’t stand up for what’s not right

Then why the hell am I still in this fight?

They keep saying boy don’t do wrong

How can i when my entire world’s full of dung

Something’s just not right around my corner

Something’s been undefined all summer

They say this war is not for the weak at heart

But even when drowned in tears they insist that this is my path

Where did right go when following right is always the left turn

How in the world is the death of the weak hearted fun

Since when did the word weak mean wicked?

And broken hearted mean pretend?

They say I bear the sword to protect lives

Then why do I see dead people and their bloods on my knife

They say I stand for light and a just course

But that’s what the other guy also died for

I’m ordered to fight until the enemies see the light

Now here I stand alone in the cold dark night

If indeed my enemy saw the light and I stand alone in cold night

Can someone please tell me who indeed fight for the light?

Or have the evil one been well ordained the just

I am so confused and lost

We all have fought for what we believe

But Somehow I feel we’ve all been deceived

We seem to have not noticed that we are our enemies’ enemy

And yet our key word is strike down all enemies

Every man pulls out his sword to defend

Attack has always been fears way of defence

We battle enemies and scream die my friend

Yet In this defence we strike an offence

I hear my comrade scream bring more

But all my heart bleeds to know is what do I stand for?

Comments

General Joel said…
Good one...I really like it
28 November 2012 at 05:49
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