Her eyes, garishly colored red,
Yet it craved tranquility
Loved by some
And hated by others.

Dropped off by fate of joyfulness
Grief, it isn't the word
Tragedy, much better
But I prefer, "CHAOS"

Battering rams, colliding through walls
State militia trained to do nothing
Modern weapons make it "more than weapons"
Its gonna kill em' all and u aint far

Neither did I see hate there
Neither did I see love
Just a feeling of patriotism
And another of loyalty

Loyalty???
To whom??
To some one you've never seen
Destroying places u've never been

Fight for her,
It aint her battle
It's just another commotion
"Help help", she cried for pity
A reply, "far off my jurisdiction"