The Enemie's Story
We laugh when we see dead,
Or sick children
We smile when we hit our target,
Whether its a school, a home, or a shop
We roll our eyes when people ask us to stop,
To leave them and their town alone
We then found out that our city was attacked,
We were mournful,
We felt what the town we were bashing felt like,
Devastated,
Hit,
Cheerless,
And just wanted to save it, our family,
Our soul