Missing the Real... Red, White and Blue
Missing the Real... Red, White and Blue
rip yer guts out if yer able
put-cher colors on the table
red fer war and green fer envy
now dance yer jig with righteous gravy
you sell yer soul to istanbul
with lucre' from yer cock and bull
yer eyes they puke-up venomous snakes
for feasting nations, raise the stakes!
maybe- drop a bomb or two
that's how we roll in katmandu
our boys you send them to their graves
defending what? new amerikan slaves
the time will come, you'll see it soon
we won't build yer brigadoon
so give us back the land we love
crush all the cannons, send us doves
and we will once more strike-up-the-band
sing all the classics....ain't America Grand!
***inspired by PD's jammin' slammin!
07/17/10
5:55pm
helpful note: am reacting to a young Man's death in Afghanistan
two-days ago, from my town, defending an outpost in Kandihar,
he died alongside his two mates....we're all having trouble swallowing it....
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2010
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