A way to show your Creativity.
Not to conform to our Humanity.
Obama says We the American People.
Can’t make it out of this with a Gun held to our Head.
Why would he say this?
But yet so many people are still able to go to bed.
Is it a warning, that in time politically.
We will be dead?
So many people.
Letting this just carry on like nothing.
Every night letting that head lay at rest.
Why are they so lucky?
What about our brothers and sisters.
In the Military.
Controlled by the US Government.
Going anywhere they are sent.
To the Government.
Countries are an Empty Canvas.
If they don’t Align, and shake hands with us.
We’ll destroy their cities, and leave them in dust.
After hundreds of thousands of casualties.
Leaving families lost, and on their knees.
Having no choice but to conform with an outside government.
Cause they no longer have a single cent.
Their life savings has all been spent.
Letting our politics create an Art of War.
No longer knocking on each and Every Door.
Instead calling our phones.
Hitting us up on Facebook.
Always doing whatever it took.
Cause every soldier is a paint brush.
Held by you know who.
Actin like their following the righteous path of the man who.
To paint whatever picture they are ordered too.
Eventually after time.
If they don’t die.
Promised they’ll get back every single dime.
While getting to go home to their families.
Never supposed to say a single word.
Of a single boom, in which they heard.
For some getting stuck with Mental Illnesses.
Giving possible pills to make you feel that proper Wellness.
Finally able to sleep.
Suffering cause they have too.
In order to keep that mouth shut cause they were given the 1, 2.
How many years we gonna sit back.
Be stuck in this rut.
Look at our government.
Every penny has already been spent.
Letting them paint a picture with our loved ones.
Friends and Family.
Just to create some new Art of War, History.
Imma fight back using my words.
Cause I’m not gonna sit back.
Let someone control my each and every turn.
Let them take people I care about.
Painting a picture.
With the final segment of the piece possibly ending in a splat.
Art can carry on for an eternity.
It’s supposed to have true vibrant Beauty.
In each and every eye.
Why must the only way a picture can be created.
Is when so many must die.
Men, Woman, Children.
Hopefully going to Heaven.
Let’s bring Peace.
Spread “His” Light.
In order to open the right door.
Find the key to everlasting Enlightenment.
Fighting for every life that has been spent.
Just to create a disguise.
Thinking we’re all hypnotized.
This is my Art of War.
Now let’s stop this.
Before they come knocking on our future Children’s Door.