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the 13 year war
the dust of that day makes it hard to breath
lungs still choking on severed digits and bits
of bone, steel shards and office phones
in a jet fuel swan song inferno, flame bodies
leapt to splattered blood goodbyes
a billion eyes wept at the 72 virgins opium high lies and the
thousand and one nights of reward promised to the jihad snakes
that slithered from the tora bora caves into the cockpits of those planes
the mind murderer of this death to mickey mouse parade
we found hiding behind his child brides and put a bullet aside his eyes
snapped a photo for the trophy wall of the world to prove the kill and
slipped his body for chum to the tiger sharks of the pacific but
there are not enough sharks in the world to fill our tanker size lust for blood
to fill our eye for an eye black gold guzzling bellies with hoorah revenge
our special op knights still prey for martyrs to kiss with a rat a tat tat hailstorm of boots and bullet lips
the exorcisms of these templars piss out after drowning a bottom of the barrel binge
the metallic-blood confessions of their helmets scar-charred with burned regrets
concussed-wracked brains fight the monsters they put under the bed those black nights
when roaring down kicking doors, the green infra heat bodies of bomb makers
they lusted to fuck with bullet seduced the frame, the muzzle flash, the screams, the blood of the lamb
three pregnant wives hung on the cross, the wrong door, what they call the collaterally damage of war
bellies with babies filled with bullets we paid for by men we trained like dogs to strike on the order kill
given by the man of medals for the nobel cause of peace we elected to lead us away from carnage
the drunken humpty dumpty's of history teeter on the white-washed rope of victory
marrow-tinted from the sucked bones of the dead, all heroes fall off
their fractured shell souls no kings can decree together again for
the fervor of a million ali baba men dressed in the black sacrifice of a bomb-belt burqas
blast the mourners and healers to death with the rest and
uncle sam's fire-sale of bombs will blow off the limbs of bedouin children
(this is war boys , but a herd of we're so sorry we killed all your children goats will be delivered)
whose milk will feed the surviving hate-fate feud- born terrorist babes
blooming now like IED-flowers from the gun barrel brain stalks of missile that grow
like christmas trees on the military industrial farms of the american dream and
deliver wondrous packages of death to all the good boys and girls of the world
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