Wrong

I know that I'm fortunate don't get me wrong
I have my Health, Youth, Others only have a song
They watch others around them die
Or milked of blood until they're dry

This isn't going to open your eyes or change opinions
it's to let them know we understand their minions
Please don't take what I say literal
don't cry for him, cry for a fatherless girl

We only see what others want us to see
Even my opinion is Biast; don't listen to me
Soldiers come home from the war exhausted
Trying to pick up their lives; not knowing they lost it

IF you want the really sad poem
Look at the soldiers as they come home