American Live's A'Wasted, Priced of Oil, We'Ve Tasted
A star-lit night,while out on patrol...If
the enemy is ever sighted,it's beyond my
control.Land mines and IED's blow up metal
boxes on wheels...American live's,of this
un-Godly politically oil inspired war of
Iraq,takes as steals.An American flag waves
in the wind and flies overhead...Is Arab
oil the price we pay for our very own dead?
02-27-2006'.
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