Benjamin K Duncan
Fear of Fighting
Looking through the lense of deciet
dissassociated from the atrocities of evil.
The trigger pulls itself into a
systematic, catergoric, slaughter.
The bodies fall, all I hear is the hum
of distant screams.
Death penetrates children
and soldiers alike
I don't smile; I don't cry
I check my clip; I'm ready to die
Confirmed kill, IED destruction
Men in burkhas phoning a friend.
A cell phones' ring bringing the end
They play the game of millionaire
for only 72.
Hollow shells rain from the air
bringing explosive death
down to earth.
God was on a holiday
like I, he closed his eyes
and the horror unfolded infront of him
I could never dream anymore
Parades commemorate what I did.
They don't know what I did
I don't know what I did.
Wake in the night screaming,
I could see everyone of their faces
For what I've done, I'll suffer
for freedom they said.
I've been trapped since I came back.
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