By: Sandoz Diego Cerveza
Nobody ever sees it coming...
Nobody ever hears it coming...
Now, like then it marches & comes
The lies of peace .. the march of war
to the cadence of drums
He sat in his tank .. head pounding held in his hands
Then Hanoi...Now Bagdad
Steamy jungles of nothing and oil rich sand
Red, white and blue Eagles American proud
Soon flags drape the coffins and turn into shrouds
Closing his eyes and now he can see his family back home
playing and praying
Trust in America carved into stone
A baby sister and mom a family, he loved them all
But when he opened his eyes, he could only see his own reflection, staring back,
soon a name etched on a memorial wall
Germany and Japan Hiroshima and Berlin
Seoul in Korea and the Viet Minh
Some wars we loose and others we win
The left and right split into factions
while we cry for the dead and the missing in action
VA Hospitals locked n' loaded with Vets
with bodies & minds a battered mess
Legs and arms missing and vacant eyesocket stares
All in the name of God and the rockets red glare
The politicians get fatter the enemies get mean
While the heroe's ride in wheelchairs and feast on great meals of Morphine
They fought the Nazi's, Asians, Iraqis and Reds,
Now, they fight their own demons,
Loaded on government meds
The politicians praise the heroe's
march in parades
wave high the flags
The silent dead unceremoniously tossed in a landfill of stinking bodybags
Give the family a posthumous Medal of Valor to silence dissent
A 21 gun salute to compensate for innocence gone
youth lost and spent
The President spoke to next of kin...
"They died for a cause dammit,
the cause of the rich
Sorry you're kid's dead ma'am
poor son of a bitch
But look on the bright side"
he said with a laugh,
"Hell today they're all volunteers
ain't no draft!"
"You're either for us or against us"
cried out the President,
Never saw battle himself
Hell, George hid out in the "bushes"
and hates dissent
Just a few more men,
Just a few more guns,
Just a few more kids dead,
and this damn war will be won
Then, it was Apocalypse Now,
Now, it was apocalypse then
Mirror images today of broken bodies,
flesh and blood men
The politicians hide
cowards and afraid
Let the children bleed
to keep alive their charade
One and Two
One way or the other,
Victory or Defeat.
Someone gets screwed
to rice paddy Vietnam
Atomic Energy and burning Napalm
Today, it's red blood for democracy's oil,
yeah, the beat, it does go on
The soldier fondled the trigger of his
Ready to shoot, even to kill
The barrage then stopped
once again it was still
He knew there was still a long road ahead
Still plenty of room to fill Arlington with dead
Soon his time would be up and he'd rotate back home
to another time and another space
but for now he was stuck
and a hard place
War, what IS it good for?
Like the song says...
Say it again...............
Only in America not long ago, do we had a Vice President named "Dick" and a President named "Bush"!
Sandoz Diego Rivera is a pop culture dumpster diver of American pop and counter culture, and altered states alter ego of Mike Marino, author of the cult classics THE ROADHEAD CHRONICLES and THE HULA ATOMIQUE! He's also a rock n' roll Vietnam Era Vet, Social Activist and pain in the Establishment Ass!
...After The Revolution....
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