what army?

a tribute to the weak
i now make
the poor people,the children,
into this poem, i now take

your laws and your taxes have decimated us
no bread to eat tonight, just the crust
scraping cents together to buy a bed
most of us wont wake tomorrow,.....dead

you send your guns when we stand up
you send your army and we get fucked up
we just want a chance, to get out the rain
but you don't see our suffering and pain

we gather around and make our plans
we spread the word and create our fans
tonight is the night when we take back
our city, our lives, this system we have to crack.........