War On The Poor

When is enough, enough?
When does push come to shove?
When will we stop our nation from dying?
When it comes down to the ones you love.

Flags at half-mast in rememberance of the past
Flag draped coffins home too often
Bodies burning makes me wanna choke
Burning bodies, I've lost all hope.

Send him away at the age of 18
Can't afford another mouth to feed
The only son you've ever had
Returning home
Send him home in a body bad
War on the poor