In the dusk of dawn 
you see the lights through the smiles of young ones 
you hear the bombs cutting the veins of happiness like knives against my hand 
you find fear in the eyes of the parents
they’ve walked proud with the lives of the poorest
and ran through the hardest times of their lives
they knelt down in honor of their country, to protect their kids
for like lives, lost to the flask 
least to do is acknowledge this horror
they’ve made a path with no trail behind, 
lost in the desert of fire and blood. 
 Breathing dust in depths of water
chocking on anger and despair 
a heart who was raised for slaughter 
fights for its every last breath of air