PTSD (War)

He grappled for his country , he thought he would be free.

& now he drinks alone , tormenting PTSD .

He was once a small boy, terrified & scared.

Now he is a man who doesn't even care.

He rolls around on wheels , with un-existing limbs .

He drinks himself to death , & reminisces about the hymns.

The hymns he hears are scary , the evilest of them all .

Nothing worse than trying not to let your country fall .

Hymns of cries & screams , & shooting off guns .

The songs of people crying , cause they have no legs to run .

This man was stuck on battle field , & not for love & "peace."

He had to lose his legs just to be released .

This is the anthem of the dead , the anthem of the hurt .

The anthem of a war that should have never occured .

He thought he was fighting for his freedom , but he saw he was all wrong.

Just for oil , & money , they had to drop that bomb .

The fucked up shit he's seen , it haunts to a core .

This is what we get for fighting in a war .

It's already been 10 years , & still he is in fear .

Buying his daily whiskey , he tries hard not to tear .

The blood spilling out of an innocent mans forhead ,

it scares him as much as the child.

Trying to save the tyke , so she could live a little while .

But her guts were falling out , & her face was burnt to black .

He thought he was fighting off evil , dictators to attack .

But when he saw this little girl , dying in his arms ,

He knew right then and there , that the people will be harmed .

No one was being injured , they suffered til they die .

Now he knows the secrets , the fucking government lied .

So go on & sign that paper , the one that takes your soul .

But when you're in your dark apartment with no one but your booze ?

I'll be right behind you saying "I fucking told you so ."