One man swearing to hold his breath
The other salutes to his faith
Some have this honor of letting go
But all will take part in the show.

Tell me son, does it feel good?
To have sacrified your change of mood?
To fight over land always there
To ship on metal and give your share.

Hidden the truth beneath this flare
As if anyone will ever care
Or shot into dark skies and burst
As darkness covers your thirst.

And the irony sometimes gets too close
A monkey a clown and a man
The latter is laughing right at himself;
Look, is this monkey a man?