Song: Blow-Back! Poem by Dave SmithWhite

Take me back! Take me back!
When the will to kill I lack.
My nerves so shot to pieces,
I might lash out and attack.
Take me back! Take me back!
While my mind remains intact.
For I serve the human species,
From a war zone that's on crack!

Too much angst
In Humvees and tanks;
As morale in the ranks
Is low.
Not many thanks
For the all-conquering Yanks,
When the suicide bomber,
Blows.

Take me back! Take me back!
No one should say I'm slack.
Stop-loss extends my duty,
And I've surely done my whack.
Take me back! Take me back!
I tell embedded hacks:
I serve the human species,
From a war zone that's on crack!

In those anti-Russian days,
OBL - he won our praise.
In common cause we'd join with him, a pact.
But with the victory won,
And no longer favourite son,
His solemn wars became for us: blow-back!

Take me back! Take me back!
Before I blow my stack;
Another crazy victim
To be tortured on the rack.
Take me back! Take me back!
Before I'm fragged or whacked,
As I bathe in human faeces,
From a war zone that's on crack!

Too many flanks.
Fanatics and cranks,
Not firing blanks
For show.
Not many thanks
For the all-conquering Yanks,
When the suicide bomber,
Blows.

Take me back! Take me back!
My world has turned too black.
In a dream of bloody action,
I dub the scream soundtrack.
Take me back! Take me back!
'Cause I think I've lost the knack
To serve the human species,
From a war zone that's on crack!