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War

WAR The enemy was near and he shook with fright His fear visible even in the darkness of night He thought of his home on a rainy day A beating sun and tractors on a farm bailing hay Peace time was fun, you played the game Now it is real, a body bag with your name He tried to stay focused with bullets flying I'm okay he thought, my friends bleeding and dying The brass gave out orders from our Commander-in-Chief I pledged my loyalty but now only grief High and dry they sat giving orders to kill I'll probably die when I charge that damned hill It's all bull, this honor and glory At best I survive and tell some damned story How romantic the war and the women that follow People listen, brows raised with a stare so shallow They are proud of your service and ribbons on your chest None of them gave a crap, only listening at best The only reward, a pat on the shoulder His son didn not serve, now in college much bolder People like you are something we need So our life can go on with other good deeds And when your comrades get hit they will get their fame A flag on their coffin and a stone with their name

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