afterthought...

oh thy country, how ever the people be, rage and discontent and hatred, rises up in the fleet, they forget your sacrifices, on the blood of which they live, never to worry, only to live but they cannot perceive, breath is important, but only the lucky get, you live because someone far long passed, eyes are invisible to the people who created you, whether for greed or power but for freedom and prayer, dead bodies we climb on, for these laid their lives, walking on the chest of men, women and children, just for you to breathe fresh air....