A silver pendant screams your name
Red fingertips are the bane
Of your existence and your fame
Popping pills for better days.
Returning with empty pockets and a cluttered brain
that gun video game
Or lack of limbs, crippled just the same
Feeling as though,
war will never be tame.
Sacrificing all you are
To kill others who are
Sacrificing all they are
To win a battle
To lose a war
For more properties
For longer tours
For larger cemeteries
For museum whores
You love your country
And for it you’d kill?
Why do you love what makes you kill?
Why do you, handover your free will?
You’re honored not for what you did at war,
But for surviving the trauma
and what else is in store.
So thank you for thinking that we are worthy,
Thank you for believing we’re worth fighting for.
But I’d rather you didn’t do what you did,
Because your tired mind, will forever be sore.