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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => My Country Tis Of Thee
[time] => 2004-01-26 09:22:23
[hometext] => My feelings on the war....
[bodytext] => My Country Tis of Thee A colorful coral serpent slithers awkwardly towards me. Seductively he strides like a Prince carving his initials in the sand with “s” prints. My conscious speaks of hesitance as the snake’s tongue tastes the sky. A wheezy cry escapes my throat I’m having a panic attack I can’t react my knees are cracked and my arm is shot. I plead to know why I must suffer the agony Why am I here? As the last drops of my tear soak the salty sands under my nose and a tumbleweed blows away as the winds howl a growl in the dawn of day. There must be someway to escape the venomous creature Perhaps live a few days before I become a feeding feature. You know a preacher once said the road to heaven is the road not taken Which one, where was I mistaken? When does it end? All my life I tried to pretend I am what I am and can be all I can be. My duty, my boot camp, my training, my salute to our flag Now I drag my camouflage suit, my assault rifle, & my badge across my enemies grounds My neighborhood towns would never see a tortured hero’s death Watch a soldiers last breath or hear a man’s last request. And why is that? Is that because we’re the land of the free Nobody dare enter our country and fight for our personal liberty. We threaten everyone with our army and nuclear facilities I could be court marshaled for even speaking these Thoughts, attitudes, in fact concerns I’m here to return a democracy by making us a mockery. (Hiss…) Why must that snake just stand there and stare at me Bite me already kill me I’m here come on I’m ready. Selfishly he knows as he twists and he turns as he churns and he wallows as he waits I swallow my last spit of coughed up blood. My wife made a mistake marrying me and my child has had a birth without me. I’m the bastard, the devil in humanity everything I was man enough to be has ended so tragically. I’m mad at me and sorry for the world. My little girl will be angry to a nation grow with aggravation and hate a population. My resignation speaks for itself as I lay helpless in misery Knowing I can’t change history. My mystery remains a secret to those who have not found me and to the world not around me. I’ve found thee America I know your game your name belongs there with Hussein. Your so vain you probably think I should salute you When really: I should shoot you. You know when two people think alike it's reproduction. What you did was a production of cause and reaction A war chant action for your economic satisfaction. My attraction was to uphold and protect to respect & punish the heroism in terrorism. My mannerism was not to bully a country harass a military, and fight alone against the will of everybody. I can’t last too much longer that snake just waits for me to die So he can spy and let the other guy pick away at me. I can’t believe this is happening to me I had it so well Now I’m in hell with the serpent of the West. My poor nation what have you done: Why this gun? Why these people? Why this land? Why am I the man, the soldier, the puritan The republican a participant in a negligent homicide. I joined to ride proud with honor in helping mankind not devour and rule all kind. I’m a lost mind maybe I’m wrong maybe it's the song? My country Tis of thee... sweet land of liberty but what do I see? Land where my fathers died and the Indians cried Land of the pilgrim’s virtues and the hate that will curse you. I always knew I was naïve to believe my generation would make a difference. We only made a preference in preferring to referring us as the greatest nation in the world. Snake!! Coward serpent!!! I yell to the eyes that just tease He just stares and sees my crippled soul resting his whole head proudly and singing his song that tongue so long drags every chord to the note my hand wishes to choke that monster to death. (Ahhhh) I’m bit, it’s done I can leave I believe in my people to help us stop dying I believe they're trying to save the land of the noble free I love my wife & my baby & thy rocks and hills With all the thrills let all breathe partake My last date with freedom and liberty Sergeant I’m free this is what my country Tis of thee… [comments] => 5 [counter] => 521 [topic] => 8 [informant] => Jacktripper [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 6 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AmericanTragedy )
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