Beggars should be choosers when chased away
Come call the trenches our homes
There are places for people like us

How coloured just everything
With hands of young numb boys
But we're older should be wiser

Stupidity will only secure some time away
And interest in this is just acted out vague

How sinister would you aim to be
If you could claim this space as your own
I guess that exit wounds hold more than (this)