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CHAMELEON
There is something about men retuning from war
Like a chameleon shifting in alter conscious ways
The swagger instantly reverting to a boyish grin
War forever like a stun gun stopping then instantly
Their lives never the same hearing the drumbeat
Always in the rear of their minds rat-a-tat-tat-tat
The war memories forever playing out somewhere
Deep in the distance the child within always afraid
Sad like a Tennessee Williams play without end.
