These artilleries was initially a cry for action in the opposite direction.

What we got was blind adaption.

Dependent on this destructive path

to reach the idea of being free at last.

Putting man against man, son against son. 

Redefined as doubt creeps in while we run.

Not aware of what we’re fighting for anymore. 

Rebel down, new recruit to take his place, 

black eyes, but a childish face.

He yells a slogan, the same as every day: 

”we will fight with every man, in every way”. 

Another brainwashed kid under disciplined command, 

carrying the same gun

killing Vietnam.