to see those burning tanks
but it was better them than us
smoldering and charred on the roadside..."
Spare us these threats of armistice now.
We've seen reasonable men
slaughter children with a cadence
not unlike a lullaby
while the anchor read the script.
A culture raised to glorify war
before the altar of a flag
far enough away
to hide its tattered state
is lured astray by shine
and gossip
while young men learn
the smell of human flesh--
the promise of a future
dangled high above their noses.
"It's not that we wanted to die
for our country, but the guys
to our left and our right
had to live."
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