Minefields

The home of the free

And the home of the brave

The home of debris

And the home of the slave

Bombs are triggered in the deadliest mine

The Mind

Where truth's light continually shines

But we grow blind

As others laid confined, resigned to balance

On a parallel line

Of grenades, each a different game of spades

Where they are drawn, knocked down as a mere pawn

A child's toy to be played

It is a game, but the system we blame

But our own selfs stifle the Shame

Acting as if we were lions, untamed

Deranged, shuddering the truth

But bearing the lies on the tip of our fangs

Life is a game

In a game you lie

Fishes may be wishes

But to most you're just another fish to fry

So we grope the rope, the pills pulsating

Instead of our heartbeat, that we use to cope

And we dangle on a downward slope

Another fish to fry

Another fish to die

Another fish to lie

Another fish to bid good bye

Another fish to fry