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Friday, June 03, 2011
The Big Question
Category: Poetry/LyricsAll I ask, is that I get to march bravely, boldly into battle…
Just one time, to be the hero, to be the man, for my family, honor and friends…
All I ask, is that I do my part.
All I ask, is that I march and run for days at the hands of some deranged jock,
That I do things I’d never do to myself to prepare for my real duty…
All I ask is that I taste valor, that I see the bullet as it ricochets off of my collar bone…
That I taste the gurgle and blurble of dark blood as my life fades away on a useless patch of dirt,
No one I knew before I found my duty will ever see…
All I ask is that I die on a battlefield defending the honor and power of someone who will outlive me,
Who will never know the horrors of battle,
But who will give a grand speech to get re-elected off of the humidity that stinks of my blood…
All I know is that I see the bayonet as it pierces my flesh and punctures my lung,
As I struggle to breathe and swallow here in this killing field…
Dear God, now I know there is no such thing…
All I ask is for water…
...Water
And let my kids know…
...Water…
When they lie to you and you die on a field in the middle of nowhere for nothing…
Water is thicker than oil and blood…
All I ask…
Water.
Breath.
Air.
So sorry.
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