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when i parted with my friends

there on that train car seat i wept

under my skin and salute

just thinking of when we were young



everything had hope

there wasn't hate that wasn't taught

understanding what they said was hard

just hanging out with anyone



in my little desert

different then this one

just sand and toys

just faces and hearts



when i was a little aged

adult dreams in a teenager

then began separation

swinging thread to thread of hope



in an oasis

drying out

just sand and wait..

a tank rolls in



well i've gotten much older

become just another soldier

they say i'm special, better

but lets face the facts we won't



there ain't no good guys

they're all in small coffins

there ain't no good guys left

they're all already dead



i knew some good guys by name when they begged

paper calls them collateral damage

now that i put a gun to their head and bang

when they put their family picture...



to my face and begged

no mercy

no glory

just pride in what,

a piece of cloth

and a wooden cross

i nailed up



preacher says jesus died for us

our mission is his glory

blesses o'r weapons and hopes we're

brainwashed by that movie so gory



well the preacher comes in sundays

he says jesus died for us

but what we do to the least of these

is a million nails in the cross



taking orders from an antichrist

taking orders from an antichrist

as we're getting much older

those of us still living beyond our years

karma has a special delay glitch

and i remember that bullet that just missed

and another one just like it

whispering in my ear..whispering in my ear..



there ain't no good guys

they're all in small coffins

there ain't no good guys left

they're all already dead



there ain't no good guys

they're all in small coffins

there ain't no good guys left

they're all already dead



so this is my warning

because it told me

be the messenger

there ain't no haven

bullet around the world

karma comes full circle

just look at technology

your country's already buried in it

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allets's picture

Are You A Vet?

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Which War? My brother was in Nam.



Onyamaichi

 

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No, I'm not a military

No, I'm not a military veteran. My dad was in Vietnam, like your brother. This write was largely based off of conversations I had with vets when I did some work with Iraq Vets Against The War and Veterans For Peace. It's most certainly also inspired by some of the horrors my dad experienced and has been able to share, though I wrote this one under the more recent Middle Eastern setting.

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I usually don't go for poems as long as this one but because I found this one so awesome I had to keep reading. I love that the words, the lines all connect and fall into place and yet for many of them I am curious and confused in a mystical way as to what they mean. Kick-ass piece worth reading I say.