In the ground

Whats this battle over?
Rich mans greed.
Its a fight that isn't ours
Yet the innocent are dieing
When there is simply no need.

Sent out to a place so far away
Not even sure if they will last a single day
Severed from there loved ones
Too many arriving home to an early grave.

Tears shed from the ones left behind
To many caskets lowered down into the ground
I'm waiting for the dead to rise
To create an uproar, to make a sound.

Stand up for what you believe
Stand up, make a sound
Stand up for your loved ones
Before you're dead and 10 foot down.