Pawn In a Chess Game
For to defend your home
was your noble calling
so off to war you had gone,
leaving wife and family.
Enemy you did not know,
your job was just to fight;
wicked men in the capital,
picking friends from foes.
You patrolled the desert
among the palm trees
until a bomb exploded
right under your boots.
And now you come home
cold in a wooden coffin,
flying in at past midnight
that no one will see.
Poor sacrificial pawn
in the neocons’ scheme,
died serving your leaders'
diabolical chess game.
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