The Mushroom

For hundreds of years
Everyone still fears
Done through the tears

Seventeen seventy five
Have traditions been alive
In battle they strive
To victory they arrive

All are angry and mean
Now they suppress the obscene
Down to the dumb and the keen

Killing and prayer
Every time that they dare
Play but not fair
Trained not to care

Initiative based
Now thoughts are erased

Done onto me
Anger’s the key
Ready to kill is he
Kept down on a knee
Never we see
Enraged we will be
Still some will flee
So manipulated are we