Polka dots of green
cascading down a celestial sphere...
You are told this is how a young man
finds honor, that to die for one's country...
On a bright blue canvas angelic feathers blaze,
backlit from a crisp November sun: intense...
As a marine we are taught not to fear death.
To go through pain with obedience and discipline...
Tormented, not broken.
So delicately dented...
Looking out across
these gently rolling hills...
Oh don't you color my voice with colors of ivy
Imprisoning me in my own room...
Relict of a union
Come grab yourself a bollard boy
And I'll spin you a dit...
Luke I'm not your father
For he is dead and gone...
by Golden AnGel Rhapsodist
Bullets and rockets on rampage
Claiming innocent human lives...