Does your platinum card
bring diamond dreams?
Luxury silk sheets,
do they
keep the demons at bay?
Does all the champaign
ease the hurt caused by
your painful campaigns?
Does it silence
the echoes of death
that must sing
like a choir through your brain?
How can you sleep?
Does it not build up?
The guilt, the death,
the lives that you corrupt,
Don't you sometimes silently weep?
Knowing that the money in your hand
is the finger on a trigger,
and some poor soul’s mother
is going to sleep
having buried a son or daughter.
Doesn't it linger long into the night?
The way your path led to innocent slaughter.
devouring any hope of sleep you had.
How can you hide away
from the guilt inside?
Does your bank account,
with all of its zeroes,
make you feel like a hero?
You're no hero.
Death creeps through your blood.
Hate seeps through
the pores of your skin.
Ice flows slowly within.
Does your blank cheque
buy out the regret?
Bury the neglect
under 6 foot of gold.
No need for a soul
where you are going,
I'm told.
Wealth beyond
imagination
Will it bring you salvation?
Blood seeps through
the coins and notes.
Death lingers over
every stone.
Selling arms
to slaughter innocent.
Selling death,
how can you dream,
Whilst hearing their final breaths?
their pleading screams.
How can you sleep?
Knowing that your machines
are soaking generations in agony.
Creating seas of blood
for future children to swim through.
How can you look in a mirror
and not see
the devil staring back at you?
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