A pack of liesA Poem by Baby RicochetI've been in one of my moods latelyWe were sent to defend a lie that doesn't matter now With the past long dead and buried deep in the hallowed ground We're nothing but old war stories of blood soaked memories Of fire fights and flash air strikes and mortar batteries You wanna hear a war story The one tale I can tell The day I killed my first hajji My soul went straight to hell The one thing you need to know You have to understand Those we voted into power Our blood is on their hands The architects of a nightmare For me will never end Was nothing but a pack of lies We were sent to defend © 2013 Baby RicochetAuthor's Note
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Added on October 23, 2013Last Updated on October 23, 2013 AuthorBaby RicochetTampa, FLAboutI write just for the hell of it A way to spend some time Blurting out in cyber space Whatever's on my mind Maybe funny maybe tragic Emotional and raw Politi.. more..Writing
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