For Sale

I am the famed Mercy of the World Civilized,
As invisible as the weapons never found in Iraq.
I am the ephemeral smile of the soldier’s boy,
I am a mine disguised like a shiny toy.

I am everywhere my murderers thrive.
And I kill myself to avenge my life.
I sing a song that yells: Despair!
Of winged hopes that never take to the air

I believe no more, nor wish to believe,
And if Hell will burn then I’ll burn to relieve.
Don't turn away or cast a blind eye on me.
I am free with a bang, quite a bargain you see...

I sit back and laugh for I know I won’t fail.
When They’ve bought all of you, I will not be for sale.