Mammoth's Lice

When the signals goes to flare,
Guns peeks through the sleeves of share,
Mammoth played their path up their,
Now, they preach for the piles of debris.

Debris is mend to cast away,
Coz for the mammoth they r the way,
Sleeping and weeping sunk in the darkness,
In the name of fame and patriotism.

Lines r till now hungry as ever,
Mammoth's will feed them forever,
But they will not change as they mend to be,
Lines r still dark as they seems to be fairer.