Those Armies In Our Land

In our streets the people meet Their faces most belong and guiding them amongst the throng the media shows each place. Gas street lights have been replaced by nights of stranger sights. Mad about why others chose with eyes that others closed. Most pay no thought as tear gas bursts upon the ground hands raised above their heads. Amies come and fall upon with rifles and great tanks. Bullets fly they can't replace what's lost and torn away. Strangers in a stranger land confused can't find their way the people voice that can be heard the wind blows more than words.