• Inch by Inch, mile by mile,
    all around me friend's drop.
    When its over we burn a pile
    bodies like a farmer's crop.

    Oppressors all around
    guns aimed at friends.
    Digging into frozen ground
    we will all meet our ends.

    Once in power now I run
    blocked from both sides
    Forced to drop my gun
    now the a shift in tides.

    Crossing the BIG ocean
    letting out a call for blood.
    none has any emotion
    storming jap's in a flood.

    Sitting in my first class,
    suddenly a blinding flash.
    shortly after shards of glass
    Dieing from a burning slash.

    More death than ever
    now we all say never