Callous Lilies

When the waves crash over the planes And the mountains engross dust at their peaks The children of the field lay their rains Upon callous lilies and rosy cheeks. The painted ground is filled with the last soldier’s breath When forgotten wars are left unspoken The animal cages spark and ignite into death And those who we’ve cried tears for are left in the token. We split in two destroying our hearts In the blissfulness of our Country we’ve waged wars not our own Proclaiming violence and death as the fine arts Leaving children with weaponry unknown to their nightmares alone. When our footsteps seize to roar We’ve lost the battle but never the fight The children are buried on the last tor And we’ve all died somewhere within the bight. We’re leaking with insanity when the rain pours Our mouths open catching the tears as they fall Slowly and smoothly through the winds landing on fours We’ve fallen from our adorn when black roses call Our weapons have a blissful screech to their wail A cry we’ve authorized to become our illusion of hope Through the airs the ashes of love and peace sail We will fail when peace and war elope.