My Dishonorable Discharge

If i were to be?

 

My Dishonorable Discharge

Your L, L, L, R

R, R, L…huh...Yeah

I always marched on the one

That’s when I handed over my rights as a civilian

That’s when my story begun

 

I was a proud solider

A loud solider

A Hooraa! Type solider

A solider who always followed orders

“Solider drop down and give me fifty”

Sir yes sir

“What are you looking at? Shut your eyelids son”

Huh…sir yes sir

I always listened, never disrespect

No matter how much spit shot off of srgts lips

I knew I was gonna be disciplined

I knew I would soon be raised right

as if my parents failed the first time

Despite that, this here was now my family

My soldiers were now my siblings

 

Though unlike home I never met my father

They called him the Commander and Chief

Really, the only time I saw him was on TV

This never was a good thing

Cuz when I saw him on the screen it meant he had to speak

If he had to speak it was always directed towards me

 

“Hello my fellow Americans. Our country is strong and a great people, has been                moved to defend a great nation.”

 

Says the man in an air conditioned room

And during my conditioning we never referred to each other as fellows

Nor was it a fellowship

We bond thicker than that, like the five fingers that pack the power of a fist

Father I’m fed up with this

Father forgive me, but you know not what I bear

You speak so freely as if you have unlimited lives to spear

This ain’t Mario Brothers, these are my brothers

Brave men and women, who want to fight for freedom

Not for the freedom of religion in other countries

Not for the so called “War on Terrorism”

 

Father I will defend you, I will defend myself

I will defend our wealth, every man, women, and children

I will defend...That is until you start to offend other countries

I done been through battle and its nothing easy

I’ve bent over backwards for you

Even scuffed my boots

You deployed me to a foreign country

as if I was put up for adoption

I felt like an orphan

who had nothing to grasp, but photographs and a gun

I was a lone solider

As lonely as an inmate who sees no visitors

Is this the life I was given? Or was it chosen?

To protect ourselves from the dusty winds

With, rusty shovels

We dug ditches to sleep in

Or… temporary graves, absent was our coffins

Momentarily

 

Though you can call me

the American Gangster

Cuz when it came to combat

i was the first to lay them flat

Trained to view human beings as targets

Targets as enemies, enemies as potential threats

Yet, there is always three sides to a story

Your side, my side, and the truth

I experienced them all first hand

Matter of fact some of us didn’t have hands

because lacerated limbs, broke off like broken branches

Bodies lied dead in trenches

Shrapnel, gasses

Blown up or cut by barbed wire fences

You only hear the stories of survival

Well there are a lot of chapters missing in this story

Like the many missing books of the Bible

Have you ever seen a solider die, because empty was his riffle

The effects of war, were sometimes too bloody

Sometimes we couldn’t identify the bodies

so, we’d kick their dog tags between their teeth

Talk about a cavity, or better yet casualty

These are the results of war

And I’m speaking from the core, not the Marines though

Not anymore

When will this stop? For some it’s when we stake

that white cross into the floor

Fold the flag into forms of triangles, precision they execute

Then, 21 gun salute

That ditch he started digging to sleep in

is now filled with a coffin

This is where I give in

No longer will I load hate into the barrow of my gun

That is the reason we are fighting…Isn’t it, Hate

Your L, L, L, R, R, R, L

I always marched on the one

That’s were my story begun

This is where I’m done