by Golden AnGel Rhapsodist
Bullets and rockets on rampage
Claiming innocent human lives...
Luke I'm not your father
For he is dead and gone...
by Poetic Grunt
They put a rifle in my hand
They give me magazines...
I find a way...
As great as this country is
No country can ever be...
I want to write - never for fame, never for
medals or certificates or my name on a...
When the world whispers
the rumors of wars...
what did you feel,
throwing some food...
My feet are calloused from walking
Hundreds of miles in these boots...
Under the leadership of colonel shaw
they broke any preceding law...
You spit on my uniform,
I say your welcome...
And to the pains of which it stains,
I pledge allegiance to the noose...