Spear
Waste, splash them,
snatch their lives away.
Let the Abraham's
or the fly boys loose.
You don't run, you’re in love. It
keeps you at your mates side,
under fire,
while he bleeds out.
Back home, don't let them know
about the blood rage.
They won’t understand
how you had to take everything
from them,
the need to p..s on their God.
Then come home,
… be normal.
Don't let them tell you what love is,
what the rules are,
or what patriotism means -
just drink.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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