Iraq Hell They pile on a jet to nowhere Hair shaven high and tight Warriors trained to fight When the tram lands, hands shake Even the bravest pee their pants When they open the doors Its over a hundred degrees Foul stench fills their noses Hearts beating over a hundred The smell of death hangs in air The beautiful boys now men Some girls with courage Must fight a war, continue Knowing they will never win Volunteered to serve country A war lords bid for money For some this is their 3rd & 4th tour Some signed to be weekend warriors Needed the college money Trillions of dollars disappear In the name of freedom Children, woman, young and old Soldiers pile their dead bodies Some black hawks can not fire Even when facing firings Load them up with red bull Keeping them raging gruels Young mans hair now turns gray His innocence gone, losing sanity No mass destruction weapons found Must fight a war, fight a war They will never win, never win A war lords bid for money Sent to serve men with greed Who crowns his head, with soars As if he were king & country Lies and liars dens Who scared his country Mock warnings they did believe The country sits in sins The country covered in blood Of many children dead For their country they bleed Doesn’t stand for this war Doesn’t stand against this whore Fighting a war they never win The people forget them- forgetting Get feed chickens of gov contracts Find no chickens in their hens Watching the death of friends The people forget them- forgotten Chain smoking gov issued cigarettes Stand in guard over oil Writing letters to friends Their friends forget them Come home with no leg & arms Their country forgets them When they land on home soil Everyone acting normal The people forget them They never know whom is friend or foe People living in ram shackled shakes Pipe and car bombs blow Soldiers living in metal homes Lights blinking off & on Laying in bed skies roar Computers at times only friend Want to come home And go to college See their families They want to come home Wired up with computers They shield their words Want to come home They want to come home They want to come home They want to leave our Americas Iraq hell The people forget- September 2006 redrafted 10 times Tiara designs- August 04, 2007 All rights reserved
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