Bones made bloody by broken bonds,
coats caked with mud,
eyes made of stone.

Lovely men standing at the crossroads,
crossroads to the divine,
or so said by the unworthy.

They hold doorways in their palms,
broken cement in their hearts.
Fighting off the will to see the child in the father's eyes.
Fighting off the will to survive

The devil blows in silent ears.
take the life,
follow the rules,
fight for the country.

Die as men,
die for your property,
die for your greed,
die for the divine.

Who my dear are you dying for?