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Throats scream red skies crack in two
Blades kiss flesh earth drinks its dew
Dreams rot slow where roots once grew
Ghosts hum hymns we're breathless new
Dear Mama this trench mud tastes like rusted nails
Last night's rain washed Jimmy's blood into my canteen
They said glory when we boarded that steel bird
Now mortar shells sing lullabies through concertina wires
Sarah's photo melts in my bulletproof vest pocket
We trade rations for morphine when the snipers sleep
That collateral damage kid had your eyes mom
Forgive me when I wake up screaming at fireflies
Ooooh They carve chessboards with our dog tags
Ooooh While we choke on propaganda smoke
Our war wears two faced medals
One side polished for parades
One rusted with regrets
They sell us hero's epitaphs in silver caskets
While bankers count the dividends from armament contracts
Senator Sector 7 B secured as planned
Casualties at 23 within acceptable range
Let the press photograph the burnt school bus ruins
We need public outrage to justify the next air raid
Promote Private Dawson's corpse to Silver Star recipient
His mother's tears make perfect evening news material
Deploy Battalion C as bait in the northern valley
Their sacrifice will get me that fourth star by Christmas
This morphine's fading
I see Sarah in the smoke
Adjust artillery coordinates
Tell my brother don't enlist for college debts
Next shipment arrives Tuesday at 4 00
Our war wears two faced medals
One side polished for parades
One rusted with regrets