The Stone Ones

You are a rugged soldier.
Indeed a man of war,
There is no fear to hide,
Just an urge to grow stronger
and take down the other side.

A heart stone cold in you resides.

You point your metal guns.
An endless sea of men
shipped quickly from the motherland
leaves no chance for our defense,
so not a soul will be left to stand.

What threat are we with stones in hand?

Why do you not think at all?
Why do you not feel?
Why don't you question the lies your told?
Why can't you tell what's real?
Why did your leaders cast your mold?

So sad that you are set in stone.

Those cowards cower far away
Where they cannot hear our pleas.
They cannot face our ruined forms
or the fact they killed world peace
refusing to remedy adverse norms.

Stone is difficult to reform.