Trial of the Decrepit
Fathering and birth control and trying hard to push and pull,
not to talk with your mouth full crying hard to save your soul.
Eyes of grey and hearts of steel, fingertips and cold hard heels,
fighting without confidence and skincuts from the wire fence.
A gunshot sounds off in the night, a squeal of death, a plea for life
and if you make it out alive there’s booby traps and hidden mines.
A bit of blood, a sacrifice the crooked cross flies from the skies
and if you will is not device than racial hatred is the knife
with twisting doorknobs pounding fists and broken needles in their crypts
jackboots pounding rhythmic riffs the hope and glory starts to drift
when families are torn apart a nail pounds into your heart
civil revolutions start and forced conscription fills it’s part
while glowing flares high in the sky will all your worries satisfy
great god Adolph starts to lie the conquered try the truth defy
their bodies nailed to a cross left for the night to soothe the loss.
Where shining armor used to stand now filthy wasteland shakes it’s hand