|Who Are We?|
| Sons and daughters lied to fight|
Made easier with a games delight
The two tall monoliths that fell
Were the catalyst for this hell
For country not-
Nor for pride
But for those of us who have died
The need for this I find triffle
Who are we?
Two boots, helmet, and rifle . . .
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| Can you see me smile? |
Trust me it's there
Behind my cigarette, beer, and facial hair
But behind that a soul in despair
A vessel made hollow
By the deserts air . . .
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