Door Gunner
Cacophonous roar of whirring rotor blades over my head
Drowned out by my fire-breathing thunderous gun-of-dread
Red clay broiling-earth explodes in
fifty-caliber-death onslaught
How many hearts and minds have young soldiers’-demise
bought?
All innocent lives lost could never be counted
Fat-cats got richer as the blood-dollars mounted
Myriad freedom-flights over the hot red-brick oven
Our armored machines rained hellfire from above ’em
Crimson mud splatters from a gunner’s bullets flying
Young lives wasted while pernicious-politicos kept
lying
Away from all war, at home I’d much rather be
Any duty performed, prolongs this hated insanity
My heart tears asunder as black body bags pile near
A nobody claims fame from innocent blood spilled here
When the game is called by politicians most rotten
The bravest of the courageous are quickly forgotten
They donned the uniform and didn’t complain
A hero unnoticed lives in his spirit-soul’s pain
Salve national guilt with a cold granite black wall
Names etched in blood recalls “Honor” stands tall
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