A Cool BulletA Poem by riskrapperend the war nowanother cool bullet to the head a sudden death of an American dream the smart uniform of a young officer pressed and squared sharp as a West Point salute lay blood stained and crumpled in a lifeless heap on a hospitals floor the furious efforts of heroic triage teams comes to naught trust, respect and idealism lie victim to an assassins whim the dreams of another young patriot prematurely commended to a cold grave forevermore his body to moulder returning to earths royal dust an assassins work speaks hard blatant truths we somehow refuse to hear leave Afghanistan to the Afghans its time to leave the ungodly places that betray our dreams and murder our children Music Selection Tom Jones Green Green Grass of Home Oakland 3/1/12 jbm © 2012 riskrapper |
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