Save the hero!

A crimson colored bloodshed bleeds amongst the clouds
By pupils numbed down by state-issued needles
Dark birds croak their petty feasts like children on petty theft
Let the soldier sleep, he’s fatigued

Somewhere, a double-breasted martyr makes speeches
In the name of the king we crowned with dead roses

Tears in oblivion, this poor wretched soul
Clings to the fuse of his stoic freedom

Chalking the grace of our beheaded fathers
Our blistered little fists calloused by the grin of a chauvinist trigger
A nation red-handed with a feverish craze
Cut by the dull side of the blade

Humanity at stake, fugazi for a flag
Hello sorrow and shame, and a flag in flames