War is not a movie
but we make such a scene
dark gun metal monster machines
It’s a pattern of pitter patter
gun thunder shatters
all life and silence
leaving it destroyed
by your war toy madness

Battle ready vest
clings heavy to your chest
tanks clink and clank
from shrapnel and landmines
blowing more than just
your tired mind

megaton drop down
soldiers hit the ground
like tiny nuclear explosions
a mad marine invasion
propaganda says
we are there to save
and help them build a nation

In moments of rest
they pray to themselves
in battlefield dress
they beg to be
heaven blessed
for the god and country
they love best

we are lucky if one bad day
takes us to the next one
then we hit the worse one
bullet storms splatter
all that brain matter
face disfigured
sends dark cold shivers
while dead children
bleed red rivers

The military man
hands momma a flag
but that respect
won’t bring her baby back
stories over fade to black