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Iron dogs

Footsteps march on the cracked, barren ground The sky is all gray, and the flag’s coming down No one remembers what they’re dying for Just orders repeated — nothing more Mothers are choking their tears in the cloth The old men stay silent; they’ve already lost Children learn counting by bomb after bomb Before they learn words to whisper a psalm And the radio plays the same old song: “For the good of the nation, for peace, stay strong” But the blood in the dirt knows right from wrong Iron dogs, marching with no soul War doesn’t ask, it takes control With the voice of the cannon, the hunger, the cold And steals what remains of the faith we hold Iron dogs, in endless stride The war doesn’t start — it’s always alive In the next step forward, the garden outside Waiting for me. Waiting for me. The ruins are holding burned photographs Names that the wind erased from the past Hunger is crawling from door to door A shadow that sleeps, but never restores The ones who return don’t return as they were They carry the silence like weight in the nerve And those who remain in the nameless dust Are yesterday’s echo, forgotten to rust And the radio plays the same old song: “For the good of the nation, stand proud, be strong” But the hands getting rich won’t pick up the gun Iron dogs, marching with no soul War doesn’t ask, it takes control With the voice of the cannon, the hunger, the cold And steals what remains of the faith we hold Iron dogs, in endless stride The war doesn’t start — it’s always alive In the next step forward, the garden outside Waiting for me. Waiting for me. Glory’s a word dressed up to deceive To cover the wound that no one can see No one returns a champion from the deep Only a body that struggles to breathe Iron dogs, iron dogs War is the face inside my fog And when I stare into the mirror long I know it’s me. I know it’s me. I know it’s me…