A Job to Do

Dear Mama, how you doing? It’s kind of hectic here.
I am doing a real good job, though why ain’t always clear.
Mama don’t you worry; there’s nothing that I lack.
My platoon is the very best, and we’ve got each other’s back.

Our worlds madness.

Posted for Teasy.

We live in a world gone mad
Yet again someone causes pain
In a faraway land
Once called the land of the free
Where  seekers of a  new life steps, did flee
Who wants to remove a whole race
Pain, hurt or suffering is not yours to give at will
Nor take the life of innocents make one a man