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6/7/2010 11:51:57 AM
The Silence of Victory - Michael Hertel
Tanks and M4’s are all we need to sustain
Yet with victory, sweeps in the incessant pain
Our bodies are broken and torn and dirty
Riddled and rattled by the public enemy
Fear in the essence of vigilant crosshairs
Loaded chambers, barrel pointed to multibillionaires
It’s mine for my people, I must do what is right
I must kill if I intend to survive this dreaded plight
While RPG’s and 88’s persist into the heat of night
Greedy old men sit and chat under veils of naïve delight
The corporate spearhead delves deeper into the wounds
Excavating, extorting, exasperating power tycoons
Uniform in duty and in his thoughts
The cost of what you’re fighting for is severely overwrought
With grotesque patriotism in spotlights at home
While brothers die slowly in the shells of bile and foam
Surrender ourselves in the hopes of world peace?
Or puppet our minds for the rich, oily feasts?
A new world order in which we are the police
As our children blindly follow the songs of these beasts
“It is sweet and honorable to die for one’s country”
Yet, the children murdered lie faceless under war’s debris
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6/8/2010 3:05:07 PM
There is a lot of truth in what you say except that:' It is sweet and honorable to die for ones country" Nobody has ever died for their this Country but The American Indianst
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