Bombarded with the red white and blue,
like smart bombs dropped on the nightly news,
the leaders wave the tattered flag,
and drape them over nameless body bags.
guns at ready, standing resolute, hooks for hands, yet still salute
Our soldiers fall, and crawl on legless stumps,
With bullet holes for eyes, and screams lodged in their lungs,
Their buddies died, their wives are gone, as they watched the world pass
through the iron sights of their guns.
Motherless children, and childless mothers cry rivers of tears
which curl around the bodies of our brothers, Whose burned and torn, ragged corpes, filled with lead and maggots, and dead dreams, are
the footings of the new wall which is busy being built between us and them.