Hounds

Demons hiding in the glow
of their fluorescent light.

Bastards drunk with power,
bearing their gifts of despair.

Our inheritance they deny.

They poison our minds;
they torment our lives.

We die,
for the sake of their wickedness.

This soil is ours;
the clean air we will breathe,
for free.

No more paper promises.
Let’s release the dogs of war.

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