Questions of their origins
Molds from which they're cast
They dug me up not long ago to learn about their past
Noisy picks to stab the Earth
Shovels bite the ground
My timeless sleep would soon give way beneath their frightful
sound
They robbed my grave and stole my bones
They reassembled me
To answer all the great unknowns which haunt my century
Some grand museum on a hill
Five thousand four AD
I proudly stand here on display
and watch you watching me
Others from my ancient time
To keep me company
They bring new bones in every night and build a friend
for me
Memories we seem to share
Former glory days
The distant roar of battle sounds which set the world
ablaze
We reminisce throughout our nights
We mock you through our days
You self-assured utopians who left behind our ways
You tell yourselves you rose above
the violence we wrought
But here we stand because of you
to mark the wars we fought
Clothing that was found with us
Withered from it's age
A uniform to warm me up and help reset the stage
Bayonets and ammo belts
See us on patrol
A rusted helmet on my skull to hide the bullet hole
Be careful though of touching us
These tools that we made
Use caution lest I maybe drop my rusty hand grenade
A rifle aimed between your eyes
Some bodies at my feet
The crimson paint upon my boots
to make your scene complete
Fascination haunts your eyes
Sense the world we made
Feel connections with your past through ambiance conveyed
Hear the tempting battle sounds
Listen as they grow
The dying screams of ancestors three thousand years ago
Our eyeless sockets watching you
Our silent, morbid grin
Disgustedly you leave our realm but then return again
You dream of nightmares when you sleep
You think of us each day
The carnage that we reveled in
The bloody games we'd play
Hypnotizing innocents
Children come to see
They touch my rusty M-16 and dream of being me
Pacifistic hypocrites
Check your peaceful mind
The violence you speak against but cannot leave behind
Infatuation shows itself
Weakness in your heart
We notice opportunities for new campaigns to start
We grinning skulls of yesteryear
This happy bone patrol
We now invade utopia
We'll occupy your soul
© MadGerman
