GloMag GloMagMarch2019 - Page 313

Strewn all over this war torn frozen soil I can no longer hold my furious sobs within I need to let out this howl long into the night A war cry to awaken my sleeping brethren Your sense of security is a fallacy Unclasp these chains of magnanimity Confront the cowardice cowering within The attack was frontal, it is now guttural Your guts will be spilled on the streets Your home is under fire, Your loved ones will be dragged into the pits to be butchered What will you do, don't you feel, don't you feel But I feel, I feel even in my agonized death A call to set this wrong right To vanquish the enemy growing within It's this cancerous ideology needing nationalistic treatment Now that my eyes in death are dry Lead the front of this charge, brothers & sisters mine 313