Fuck Bush!!!
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(This poem is dedicated formostly to my brother-in-law, Ron H. who serves in our naiton's Armed Forces and has just been sent back out to Iraq for a full one year tour versus the orginal nine. He was my inspiration, but it's also dedicated to all those as well who are forced to lay down their lives so BUSH can look good!! Fuck that man!!!)
Sporting our country's mad disguise,
To cover up our President's bullshit lies.
He started this war, but never realized,
What all is seen through a Soldier's eyes.
18 years old, such a young man,
Fresh outta school, gotta gun in his hand.
Serving his country on demand,
He'll lay down his life, for another's stand.
He has a wife and kids at home,
He sends home letters of clouds lined in chrome.
Writing them in matchlight, in his canvas dome,
Never telling them what's seen as they roam.
For his enemy is ruthless; they're bred to die,
For most of our Soldiers, survival's a high.
The enemy trains sights, on the men as they lie,
Then open up fire with no reason why.
Spilling innocent blood acrossed the rocks,
Pleased with himself, the fallen he mocks.
Then slinks away, sly as a fox,
OUr men left in boots; they return in a box.
The widows are sent letters; choose a headstone,
Left to raise families all on their own.
How could all these deaths, Bush condone????
And then wonder why our hatred has grown?
He sheds "crocodile tears" for those that fell,
Then sends more Soldiers into that hell!!!!!
These are the stories they never tell,
Cause if they did, their war wouldn't sell!!!
We pray for you and all those out there with ya Ronnie, everyday and everynight too!! May God keep you and those with you safe until you are able to return safely home to us!!
Sporting our country's mad disguise,
To cover up our President's bullshit lies.
He started this war, but never realized,
What all is seen through a Soldier's eyes.
18 years old, such a young man,
Fresh outta school, gotta gun in his hand.
Serving his country on demand,
He'll lay down his life, for another's stand.
He has a wife and kids at home,
He sends home letters of clouds lined in chrome.
Writing them in matchlight, in his canvas dome,
Never telling them what's seen as they roam.
For his enemy is ruthless; they're bred to die,
For most of our Soldiers, survival's a high.
The enemy trains sights, on the men as they lie,
Then open up fire with no reason why.
Spilling innocent blood acrossed the rocks,
Pleased with himself, the fallen he mocks.
Then slinks away, sly as a fox,
OUr men left in boots; they return in a box.
The widows are sent letters; choose a headstone,
Left to raise families all on their own.
How could all these deaths, Bush condone????
And then wonder why our hatred has grown?
He sheds "crocodile tears" for those that fell,
Then sends more Soldiers into that hell!!!!!
These are the stories they never tell,
Cause if they did, their war wouldn't sell!!!
We pray for you and all those out there with ya Ronnie, everyday and everynight too!! May God keep you and those with you safe until you are able to return safely home to us!!
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When you see me on the street, yell out "FAVO!!!"
I've been to alot of Pearl Jam shows;So fucking what.