In the Army Now
Scents imminent
Sense immense
Of razor slashes self induced
Tying
Trying to turn the tides
Slip knots in ropes become the noose
The nuisance
The new sense of truth
While crying
Drying eyes profuse
As blood and sweat hide underlying
Dying
Flying on wings to roots
Of camps and boots in pastures muddy
Stained
Trained to follow trails
Of paper money
And to pray for each offence
That leaves the plains
Bloody
With revenge
On fallen buddies
As the sentiments
And the means of friends
Slain
Ties the senseless ends
With pain
Copyright © Brandon Basson | Year Posted 2006
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