09-26-2016, 10:06 PM
#5
Sarge said I could bring one thing from home.
Since I carry the rocket launcher and blow more faces off the map than my gunner buddies,
I brought my guitar.
I hear their screams over my shoulder.
My gunner buddies laugh when I look back.
I sing over corpses in the barrack moments of boredom.
I break the silence.
That's some kind of burial.
My gunner buddies think I singing about home.
I sang to my sweet-heart back home that I'd come back home.
She gave me her ring to wear, so I can remember.
I can't go back there.
#2
Little white girl in cardboard for a moment.
Public outcry for a new deal on life.
Non-white cries muffled by the cardboard.
No pictures eulogize.
Sarge said I could bring one thing from home.
Since I carry the rocket launcher and blow more faces off the map than my gunner buddies,
I brought my guitar.
I hear their screams over my shoulder.
My gunner buddies laugh when I look back.
I sing over corpses in the barrack moments of boredom.
I break the silence.
That's some kind of burial.
My gunner buddies think I singing about home.
I sang to my sweet-heart back home that I'd come back home.
She gave me her ring to wear, so I can remember.
I can't go back there.
#2
Little white girl in cardboard for a moment.
Public outcry for a new deal on life.
Non-white cries muffled by the cardboard.
No pictures eulogize.
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