THE WAR IS OVER
Some died for country,
a few for guts and glory.
Some believed their leaders,
still others the real story.
Leeches and jungle rot,
punji stakes and amputee's,
f*** you lizards talk,
agent orange kills trees.
Another man dead,
"It don't mean nothing."
Closed casket funeral,
yes, let freedom ring.
Carry me through the fire,
let me feel no pain.
Walk me over the flames,
My sweet Mary Jane.
Take me back,
to my hometown.
Back to Austin,
not in the ground.
Let me kiss the earth,
beloved American soil.
My war is finally over,
all it's sweat and toil.
Now I know different,
the war won't ever end.
Rice paddy flashbacks,
my psychotic friend.
They never leave me,
the sights and smells.
Nighttime sounds,
of ringing chapel bells.
NAMWARPOET
