Be It Mission Or Bad Decision! Poem by Eric Cockrell

the bastards lied!
gunpowder doesnt taste like sex,
and the bombs exploding,
dont sound like liberation.
while the flesh torn faces
running in fear,
haunt my sleepless nights.
victory doesnt rhyme with oil,
freedom doesnt stink like dead bodies...
my brothers that fell beside me,
are not heroes, they're just dead!
as democracy nails down coffin lids,
while the traders wear new suits.
and the real terror is exposed
in the money on the table!
sure they hate us, you would too!
terrorists come in the middle of the night.
in foreign tongues killing the innocents,
in the name of a foreign god...
no weapons of mass destruction,
what the hell are we doing here?
be it mission or bad decision...
the bastards lied!