Upon Our Backs

Work is unending, when we work to survive The fruits of our labors, so others can thrive Through toil and torment, ever larger the stacks Are the blocks of our burden, Held square on our backs War is forever, when no tears are shed The leaders of men see more nameless dead Call out to charge, relentless attack While the weight of the lost falls square on our backs So low a worlds opinion, when they view us from afar Believing that our leaders, portray just who we are Power hungry, evil. A mind of just one tract In time the repercussions will surely break our backs