WTTOC

Ring around the rosy, Pocket full of posies Ashes, ashes we all fall down As we laugh in the face of those who died. We all fall down As if mocking the ones who begged for death Children fall on their backs and laugh. Not knowing the torture behind the song We teach torture to our children. They laugh and play, innocently shooting each other in the head We watch and smile at the fun they have While a veteran takes another leap away from sobriety Remembering the sound of those bullets As they shot a man he called his brother. Little songs our children sing Stand for the battles of those before us Let us all sing of death and pain As the true meaning fades away.