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Good Guys
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Thought For Food 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
Are You A Vet?
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Which War? My brother was in Nam.
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.
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.