Jarheads In a Pickle
War ain’t a kosher thing
The killing of innocent human beings
was never FDA approved
(From Da Almighty)
Ebenezer fiscals’ hands be closed tighty
to the citizen poor
But they openly solicit those laborers’ loyalty,
before sending them off to war
Dem silver-loving Scrooges
were publican greedy Re-schooled
Roman togas playing hooky pocket pool
Coin-operated Caesar stooges
are nod-and-wink
leveraging voter ears to be ballot fooled
Patriotic cash registers cha-ching jingling,
be heavy gold chains saber rattling
around their Faustian necks
For covetous J.I. chicken scratch eyes
love taking thirty more pecks
Warlords of the widow doorbell rings,
send their grave messengers
with the Silver Star death notice:
Crimson ink printed on
official government green leaves
Shallow-breathing, solemn feudal shoguns
sweetly give the veiled bereaved
a sepulchre stipend of le papier viol worms
Sour tastings ... dog tags confirmed
Napalm tear stings,
paid valor that was battlefield earned
Jarheads in a pickle —
power-mad orders gotta be followed
It’s treasonous to question
any chain-of-command authority
Shed the innocent blood,
then spill the guts
in hollow bullet grunt cries
for atonement
While the rich instigators of destruction,
never repent for owning it
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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