Once Bitten

Sitting sidesaddle upon her big gun
Whilst men were dying from sun to sun
She smiled and bowed as customary
Hollywood intellect rosy and merry
Face-time and ego her mainstay that day
As bodies in bags they still carried away
Used me as I was an immature teen
Politics and war caught in between
Spat on me once and said I’ve done wrong
There were years ahead to forgive and be strong

But as history has shown they won’t let it pass
Still say we killed babies and smoked lots of grass
And political garbage still liters the land
From a shadowy figure of a tall slender man
Used his dead comrades as young as they were
To increase his good fortune if that he prefer
But I’m alive still and being spit upon twice
Older and wiser let me give some advice
Rhetoric you drivel may sway your own kind
But we’re the ones that watched your behind