A mother cries, a son dies,
A bullet flies, a gun is fired.
A Humvee drives, a marine on a mine,
A flag is folded at nine.
A lancer flies by,
Those who die on the battlefield as cowards
Are still known as heroes past.
A mother curses, a JDAM drops,
Those who die for love of country on truck backs
Are tagged as insurgents.
A fat account gets fatter,
A room is filled with laughter,
A warmonger bickers.
A dictator cries, a leader lies,
A regime is about to end at nine.
A father dies, a cousin dies,
A swift end to a long bloodline.
A stray thought sings, a wretched heart seeps,
My buried thoughts today
Are tagged as above.
