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Jan 2011
I'm
Such a slave
To my anger
And foolish pride
I'll die
A thousand times
Before I recognize
The life
I've wasted
All because
I need to stay
Above
Never a shoulder shrugged
More
Of a mean mug
Stare down
Before the final
Show down
Blow for blow
'Til the war
Is over
While I preach
And teach peace
Pieces of me
Fragmented
Because
I react
With tactical actions

                                            Frag grenades ! ! ! ! !

Painting
The Art of War
Beautifully
Ignorantly believing
That’s possible

How come
I cant teach
Someone
To be
All they can be
But I cant make
The best of me

Army's Armistice
Raising arms

Nuclear warfare
Clearly a fair war
When its
Warranted
Wanted
I'm warning ya!

Stand down...
The sounds
Of hollow point rounds
Piercing
A cops vest...

I'm not going no where!
Know where
The end is
Be patient!
The tip of this bullet
Will end this
Miscommunication

Explosive decisions
Pressing
The big red button
Dropping bombs
Over Bagdad

Bragging about it
To my comrades
Commemorated
With a badge
Of honor

Once the parade
In my name
Is over
I'll be forced
To face
The nightmares alone
Lone ranger
Growing stranger
With time
Untangle the rope
Time to let
My body dangle
Beneath
The noose
Untie these twisted
Thoughts

And just
Let loose!
Joseph Childress
Written by
Joseph Childress  30/M/Detroit
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