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Post by Aaron Graf on Aug 21, 2004 1:50:55 GMT -5
Flag Draped Coffins
A mistempered rifle in his hands, With dead and dying children in the sands. It took this much to lift the blindfold. That covered what he shouldn’t see. He saw the love of many waxing cold, He saw the streets were empty, not a soul was left alive Homes with the roofs missing, a place where fear now thrives. Decaying bodies and rubble drape the mud, And the walls are now red with blood. While at home they wave their flags, He just watched his friend get hit by a frag. At home they say they support him without rest, While he was pulling a dog tag out of a mans chest. After one year 10,000 die. All to fit George Bush’s lie. One letter to a family every day, For a gallon of gas in a Chevrolet. Babies deformed from depleted uranium shells, Crying is acceptable when you’re in hell. If people could see we had no need to fight, Maybe he would be able to sleep at night. Over 10,000 ghosts roam after one year of this war. What makes Bush deserve another four. Tears fill his family’s eyes, Flag draped coffins for a lie.
~Aaron Graf
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