Funker Voft - Friendly Fire

Within a few seconds, their jets came over the hill.
Strafing the soldiers, raining fire on their people.
An unintended sacrifice, of their own lives.
The soldiers at the front, killed by their own nation.

They all died in friendly fire.
And the flames are rising higher.
They are here to hold the ground.
To defend what they have found.

A casualty list in the news, will be a helpful tool.
Creating fear and hatred, supporters of a war.
A necessary means to an end, killing their own soldiers.
Publicity for a new war, to get all the voters.