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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Lonely as the contact Silently the phone rings Umber is my stomach As I sit all wound in stings Far away was the country That sent me on this call I know you know I am here And wanting away from it all When I told them no This was the reason Now I sit here beaten Their terrorist and I believe them Students from a conflict In a country I now forget Something about a rebellion And I really have to sh#t I started having siezures From a illness I sometimes get Lord ease my Downs Syndrom And Altizheimers let me forget Starvation eat my time away And pains show me regret I went away for the government And now it's time to repent I thought we were in Korea I asked for the leader to take me there One phone call to Korea and my dime will be well spent My phone call went straight through And I cried and begged and lied I prayed and sang and talked about Another time I said goodbyes I still sit here all bound up my clothes are in rags While talking to another guy I Tripped upon over filled body bags My body aches my mind bakes And I don't think I remember English While talking with another guy He made a spirtual journey Another call to Korea and they make me wish for death I think I spoke to the president His words were under his breath He prayed he payed this awful rent For this his effort my time here is spent I don't remember home I don't know where it is I hear your voice clear as day but the words are always bent Your wife let me speak in Iran broke and lent I don't understand your tone but the effort is well spent I am sure your home is as nice as his but I am hungary As I said before When I get to your house You'll be waiting at the door 444 days went by I got to the USA again But these freakin guys nabbed me up And drug me out the port "A bay?", "No a gulf!" "Yea I remember the game" A map I can remember the torture is the same I got to go home again I got shot by a machine gun A create full of bodies And a bad guy to blame I am sorry about your suit sir But I hate this awful game
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