A day with no glory
A heart filled with fear
Still repeating his-story to make ourselves clear
A voice is unheard when it shouts from the hills
Your king in his castle never died on these fields
There's blood on you hands
A smile on your face
A wicked intention when there's money to be made
A room with no windows and a heart that can't feel
Shame with no convictions and a view to a k**.
Tell me why?