After the War

For those that are able

To go underground

Missiles disenable

They hit faster than sound

They're coming and you have no choice

The helpless with one human voice

That will categorically say

This underdog will have his day

One more dead is one more than it ought to be

A travesty

One more missed will be kissed to eternity

Or purgatory

After the war

Red button he's pressing

But he knows not why

He's programming orders

War lights up the sky

He's on the hotline tonight

His mind is high as a kite

His fingers decide wrong or right

This man has it all in his sights

Used as tools to believe in autonomy

Minorities are no more

Men are fools, one last cry to humanity

No sanity any more

After the war

On my arm, a tattoo for my sons to be

That numbers you and me

There's a scar on my face

That is photographed for all to see

After the war