An American Tragedy
What is wrong with life?
As I look around people seem blind.
Pain and suffering cuts like a knife.
You never get anywhere with hard work and strife.
Why can’t everyone be kind?
What is wrong with life?
Heaven or hell is the place for afterlife,
Not as our days on earth collide.
Pain and suffering cuts like a knife.
With economics jobs are rife.
Nothing in sight to hide behind.
What is wrong with life?
I can hear the fife,
As the army’s contract is signed
Pain and suffering cuts like a knife.
The only time is good is the nightlife
Body so sore bones start to grind.
What is wrong with life?
In the morning the blood still pours,
On the battle field our loved ones die.
While sweat stings the sores,
Fighting for our country you can almost hear them cry.
The killing will never subside,
So we keep asking ourselves why.
The Devil stabs the flesh of America deeper,
Playing the role as the American Grimm reaper.
It is truly an American Tragedy.
Brother fighting brother, sister fighting sister.
Still we ask,
What is wrong with Life?
Pain and suffering cuts like a knife!
The American Tragedy is death,
No matter how hard we fight,
The devil never stop to take a breath
But maybe someday there will be light.