So you want to be a Jarhead?
Well that's not alright with me.
I respect marines,
They protect the free.
But I don't want to lose you,
Or have you blown to bits.
Say what you want,
But your life is priceless.
Don't leave me for months,
Don't leave me at all.
Don't leave me forever.
I can't take the call,
Of the doorbell ringing,
As they stand on my porch,
Telling me you're gone,
As I melt on the floor.
So you want to be a Jarhead?
Oh well,
Too bad.
I won't grace your casket,
With a folded flag.
I won't hear the fire,
Of their guns as I cry.
I want to be with you,
When we say our goodbyes.
As our bodies descend,
And our spirits rise,
The angels will greet us,
With love in their eyes.
(L)eatherneck Jugg Butt was detailed to clean the barracks latrine,
(A) humiliatin' prospect for a dedicated United States Marine!
(T)he young jarhead wanted so much to gain Captain Grumpy's affection.
(R)eduction in rank he could face if he failed the captain's urinal inspection!
(I)f he flunked, he could end up in the mess hall scrubbin' pots and pans!
(N)o way he wanted to be assigned to trash detail dumpin' garbage cans!
(E)ndearment for sergeants, officers and the Corps he hath a paucity of!
PARDON? Not sure I heard you right?
Sounds like you said war has glory,
each time a ruler marches to a fight,
you only hear one side of story,
there is NO glory in war, you make me sick,
your obviously a pathetic little prick!
You hear what's needed to get you onside,
the propaganda machine, busy on overdrive,
you the taxpayer, pay for the ride,
pointlessly these cycles seem to survive!
Did we learn no lesson from previous events?
listen to the 1% sat in plush apartments,
Ooh, the money to make, the profit from doom,
the stockmarkets not all the rich make boom!
A wunch of bankers gamble with lives in a room,
thanks to bloody crown and gate
all is on the rich's plate,
it's also the fault of those who recruit,
without soldiers you can't pillage and loot,
so come on jarhead, don't sign up for killing,
let love instead take highest billing,
there's better resolutions than just blood spilling!
If a portion of wars cost instead were spent,
helping countries much needed development,
isn't that a greater improvement?
to build bridges not bombs,
replace bullets with songs,
better ways to right wrongs,
can't we all just get along?
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
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