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
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